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[The lack of Zoro may have only been felt by a select few, but the angry looking child walking around the village proper should be of some interest to anyone just kind of hanging around. Clad in a slightly raggy outfit, leaves sticking out of his hair, he doesn't look like he's had a proper bath in days. But don't worry, folks, moldy green is his natural hair color. Strapped to his back is a familiar white katana; on his face: an equally familiar dark scowl.

If he looks a bit twitchy, forgive him. He's been hiding out in the forest and Luceti hasn't been very kind to him these last few days. He'll just be wandering around town, peering curiously through shop windows and trying to pretend he wasn't lost.

At some point in the day, he's gonna find that he's hungry enough to go ~~begging~~ demanding food at Seventh Heaven ~~or wherever Sanji is at the moment orz~~. Maybe they'll let him chop wood in exchange for a meal. Hmm, hmm.]

((ooc: The boy arrived September 30 so feel free to run into him when/wherever. Replies will be coming from

zorichan this time around. Have at!))

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[Zoro huffs a sigh. WOW, really? You're gonna inconvenience him like this? Because he totally could've had some important things to get to, you know. Geeze.]

I guess I could come with you if you need protectin'. [He decides that it's his duty to help out, especially since she went through all the trouble of asking. After all, she probably asked him 'cause of his manly gait and scary looking katana.]

[Oh, the pfft! sound she just made was hard to cover up - so very hard indeed. Perona coughs, clears her throat, and forces her hysterics down into a look of forced calm, though every part of her on the inside has spiraled into hysterics. P-Protect her...ha! It'd be almost cute if it wasn't so ridiculous a remark, and one she'd never hear come from Zoro's mouth even while he was outstandingly drunk.

She'll use that later as blackmail. For now, though, she'll only play up his ego until it gets too much to handle.]

Oh, brave swordsman... [F-Fffff, cannot hold this straight face for long--] Come, it's this way. You can eat as payment for your....heroics.

[He frowns, sensing that something's up but not quite knowing what it is. He gives Perona a look but follows anyway.]

You're weird. [...] Is there something wrong with your face?

[It's Perona's turn to frown this time around, and she kneels down to flick Zoro's nose roughly - a small punishment for a rude remark like that. She'd have hit him over the head normally, but he's terribly cute all small like this... Obnoxious, but tolerable, just like she was used to. Besides, if he gets too annoying, she has a surefire and fool-proof way of calming him down. ~~Spoilers: it involves hollows.~~]

Should you really be insulting the one who's willing to feed you? Rude boy.

[He rubs at his nose indignantly.] I was just askin'! You were makin' this weird face...

And just what face was I making? Are you sure it wasn't because your fat little head is so very funny to look at?

[Perona puffs up with the same sort of indignation, but turns on her heel and waves for Zoro to come along. She'll take him to the bakery, where she had intended to go for a snack. And maybe she'll take him to get some new clothes, too. Anywhere but home, o-or around Mihawk... Heaven knows how that will turn out.]

NUH-UH. Your face was like this! [He puffs up his cheeks and tries to copy Perona's PFFT face. Then he makes a rather unflattering farting noise with his lips.]

[... B|

Perona doesn't wait for Zoro to finish his little impression, and instead smacks him hard upside the head. Little brat...next time she's using a hollow or two.]

Behave, little onion. I can easily leave you here to starve! Or throw you to the forest animals. [Or Moro. B)]

Ow!!! [It didn't really hurt, but the shock of getting smacked upside the head deserved a bit of melodrama. GEEZE, lady! Violent much?] What's your problem?!

[And oohhh what a scary threat. As if he didn't just survive out there on his own these last few days. Have some not-so-subtle eye rolling.]

You are! What an ill-mannered little toad you are! You don't act that way in the presence of a lady! Nor do you look down on the favors people do for you! You should be thankful I'm taking you anywhere and feeding you, litle onion, I have no obligation to do so. Now shut up and hurry up - the faster we get there, the faster I can be rid of you.

[Hnn...damnit. Why? Why is she still letting the little pipsqueak follow her? He doesn't deserve anything...other than a kick in the head and a possible negative hollow or two.]

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