35th dish - voice;japanese

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[The post clicks on and for a few seconds there's nothing but silence. If you listen closely you can hear the faint rustle of leaves - you guessed it, this is another obligatory plant-post. There's a clatter as the communicator is being propped up on the floor, followed by a soft ripping sound. Not really disturbing or even unpleasant but still

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Nice speech there, ero-cook.

... Got something?

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Mikan.

1/2

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....!

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I'll head over there then.

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I'll be waiting.

oh hay commentlog

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[Without saying anything else, Zoro heads over that way. He'd heard these plants were all different, and doing weird things... but Mikan? That was unreal... he needed to see it for himself to believe it.]

omai, I never saw that commentlog coming

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[And the cook is waiting up in the Gohl attic for once, thoughtfully brushing his fingers against the shiny green leaves. There's a handful of fruits on it already, some of them ripe while others still have some time to go. A few white flowers are still scattered over the small tree and the floor underneath is covered in a thin blanket of fallen petals.

Unreal only begins to describe it and needless to say Sanji isn't exactly paying attention to his surroundings right now.]

course not, i was ttly a suprais commentlog

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[Arriving at Gohl was always strange. He hadn't lived there in months, but he still considered it home in a sense. It was different, even more so than usual today, since he'd have to go in.

He didn't knock - it didn't seem worth it. For the most part, the residents of Gohl knew him and his connection with other people in the house. He preferred to not run into Prydain if he didn't have to. Either way, he headed right for the staircase, wordlessly making his way up the stair case, all the way to the attic.

When he got there, he was quiet, only clearing his throat to gain Sanji's attention.

suprais commentlog, my favourite thing ever!

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[Believing that you were alone usually meant that you could let your true feelings shine through and before Zoro made himself known Sanji had done just that. Shoulders slumped, head slightly bowed... not quite depressed but definitely suffering from a really bad case of homesickness. The fruit smelled the same, tasted the same, even had the exact same color - that vivid orange that reminded him of her hair.

Really, who could blame him for missing home with a gift like that?

He turned at the noise, straightened himself up and grinned at the other before tossing him one of the fruits.]

Here.

I love suprais commentlogs too~

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[It was definitely something Zoro caught. And with the scent permeating the air, he couldn't deny the feeling of homesickness too. The scent of mikan reminded him of the Merry, blue skies and the sea air. Of being with the crew - the whole crew - and getting to see things in a whole new way.

But he said nothing of what he saw, and did his best to suppress his own feelings of homesickness. Seeing the grin, he nodded and smirked a little, catching the fruit and looking at it. It really was mikan.]

Heh. Thanks.

it's the best kind of commentlogs!

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Don't mention it. Figured I'd give you two the first taste.

[He shrugged, shoved his hands into his pockets. With Usopp gone it was just the three of them, just like it had been a year ago. Luffy had still been around then and he had only briefly heard of Chopper but the feeling was the same: a deep longing for the crew to be complete again. Luffy had come and gone just like Robin, Usopp had left not long ago. Franky and Brook hadn't so much as made a quick visit and while Ace and Gin still hung around they'd never understand the significance behind the fruit.

Nami had never arrived. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about that but right now he missed her more than anything.

There was no point in getting all depressed over it though. It was better if the others were kept as far away from this shitty town as possible and sooner or later the ones that remained would be able to go home. Until then they just had to cope and make the best of the situation.]

C'mon, have a taste.

better than those old planned commentlogs!

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[He gave his head a nod. It didn't matter how Sanji worded it, or how he spoke. Zoro could feel the homesickness in the air in a way that had never resonated quite like this before. It could only be suppressed so much, and for the few things that were worth staying in this city for.... it was inevitable that they didn't belong there. Eventually, they'd leave for good and likely never have so much of a single memory of Discedo and the people in it

there's nothing quite as refreshing as a spontaneous commentlog!

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[He hadn't expected Zoro to share his piece like that but he managed to catch it nonetheless. Judging by the amount of fruit on the tree they'd have fresh mikan for a couple of days at least so sharing it wasn't really necessary. The gesture was nice though and he couldn't help but smile as he pulled loose a section. It was amazing, really. A year ago Zoro had near killed him and here they were, sharing a mikan.

It was a damn dilemma though. As much as he wanted to go home there were so many things he didn't want to leave behind. The people, the bonds they had made, the changes that had happened to them... and Umi was at the very top of that list. The chances of seeing her again once they left this shitty place had always been slim but these days they were most likely non-existant. At least if she'd taken his words to heart...

He remained silent, glanced over at Zoro from underneath his bangs, watching him bite into the fruit. It was such a familiar sight and he had to suppress the urge to kick him in the head on Nami's behalf.]

man, if there were tv ads for commentlogs, people'd buy that shit.

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[It was definitely strange how things had changed over the course of time. Really, he wasn't sure why he'd shared the mikan when he could clearly see that Sanji could've picked one for himself. But he'd made the offer anyway and he was strangely satisfied with the way he accepted it.

After a few moments, he looked up, a small smirk ingrained on his face as he continued to eat the fruit. The fresh taste was so familiar, so welcome in a diet that had become so monotonous and bland. It was ripe and juicy... Zoro found himself savoring it more than he'd ever thought he'd care about a mikan.]

Heh... I wonder what mine would've been.

if you buy one commentlog you get a complimentary juice press!

[baratiesbest]

[He paused long enough to swallow the piece he'd been eating, a cocky smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.]

Guess we'll never know, damn butterfingers.

[That smirk grew into a full-blown grin as he peeled off another piece, committing the smell and the smooth texture to memory. Discedo wasn't a good place for living things and no amount of love and devotion would be enough to keep that small tree alive and well for long. He had tended to Nami's trees enough to know just how sensitive they could be.]

I bet yours would've grown marimo.

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Oi, oi!

[He couldn't help it, his hand slapping his forehead. The sad part was, with the way they spoke about it, he wouldn't have been surprised. But he couldn't admit that, especially not to Sanji of all people. He let out an exasperated grunt before finally finishing off his piece of fruit.

He tossed the peel at Sanji's head. Zoro didn't mean much by it than to mess with him for the jerk, but he threw in his own jab as a response.]

I'm surprised yours doesn't look like a damn dartboard or have comin' out of it.