WHO: Sanji and Zoro
WHERE: Sanji's kitchen
WHEN: the night Usopp and Zoro arrived, late late late
WARNINGS: assholery, violence
SUMMARY: after Usopp's gone to sleep, the other two feel the need to chat. WHICH BECOMES A FIGHT
FORMAT: I'd say something else but we all know it's para. SHORTPARA
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we show how much we care by yelling and calling each other names )
"I don't like it." He swallowed the remaining sake from the cup and set it down on the table, one hand resting upon his swords. He didn't say anything else though, just frowned at the table, as if deep in thought.
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His gaze traveled to the scar, but he decided not to ask about it. Someday, maybe it would come up in conversation, but not now. "At least now I know. It's been hell just existing here and not knowing what happened to all of you. I could have taken it if you'd all been killed, as long as I just knew and wasn't left wondering."
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He set his cup down, dragging the sake over once more. This time he didn't fill his cup, instead drinking straight from the... whatever sake comes in. "Idiot chef." He took a long drink, wiping his mouth when he was done. "The crew's tougher than that."
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Things might have turned out much differently if he hadn't been alone, but it was too late to go back now.
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Zoro drank his rum. "Any Marines here?"
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"Mm. We'll see."
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"Sounds like fun."
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"Just because you've gotten yourself cut up a few dozen more times doesn't mean you're strong enough to handle this place," he snarled. "Go ahead and get yourself killed if you want, you'll probably just come back to life a few days later and never learn."
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