Of Apartment Hunting (closed)
WHO: Luff and Zoro
WHAT: Figuring out an agreement as to their living space.
WHERE: Luffy's apartment.
WHEN: Friday evening
It wasn't that Zoro was lost. It was just that there was a million goddamn grocery stores in the city, and a million goddamn brick houses, and that... Which was was he supposed to go? Right or left? Zoro went straight.
He had already knocked on various apartments, not all of them containing the number 6, and was getting quite annoyed by this point. When he got into the suburbs, full of men staring at him suspiciously, Zoro headed the other way,
Point was, this sucked,. And his sense of direction was okay. It was the directions that killed him. Yeah. He eventually resorted to grabbing random civilians and asking them - very nicely - where the nearest god-damn grocery store was so that he could meet his dumbass of a maybe-roommate who Zoro wouldn't even consider talking to if he wasn't trying to leave his rat infested hellhole of an apartment.
He wasn't in a very good mood when he finally figured it out. He knocked on the door. In a very nice, loud manner. The apartment had better be good.
WHAT: Figuring out an agreement as to their living space.
WHERE: Luffy's apartment.
WHEN: Friday evening
It wasn't that Zoro was lost. It was just that there was a million goddamn grocery stores in the city, and a million goddamn brick houses, and that... Which was was he supposed to go? Right or left? Zoro went straight.
He had already knocked on various apartments, not all of them containing the number 6, and was getting quite annoyed by this point. When he got into the suburbs, full of men staring at him suspiciously, Zoro headed the other way,
Point was, this sucked,. And his sense of direction was okay. It was the directions that killed him. Yeah. He eventually resorted to grabbing random civilians and asking them - very nicely - where the nearest god-damn grocery store was so that he could meet his dumbass of a maybe-roommate who Zoro wouldn't even consider talking to if he wasn't trying to leave his rat infested hellhole of an apartment.
He wasn't in a very good mood when he finally figured it out. He knocked on the door. In a very nice, loud manner. The apartment had better be good.