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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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[Better not give him too much or else he might end up outgrowing you by three inches... OH, WAIT.]

... no thanks. [Because no matter what his sensei says about certain foods and how good they are for growing, constantly bruised little boys, he's not about to accept anything more from this guy. Bad enough he was caught stealing after getting a free meal. That really wasn't one of his brighter ideas ~~not that he's had many~~.

Properly shamed by his own weirdly tuned moral compass, and sensing that he might not be wanted around here any longer, he gives Sanji a Serious Face.] Um. I can go now. Thank you for the food.

[WHAT. YOU'RE ONLY AN INCH TALLER ON A GOOD DAY. D<

And that's not quite the reaction Sanji expected. Seeing Zoro momentarily humbled is such an odd sight that the chef pulls his head back in faint surprise, and gives the child another scrutinizing stare. This is Zoro, right?]

... Don't mention it. [A pause, fueled by deep thought. Strange behavior or no, it won't do to have the boy wandering around without supervision. If he's anything like his adult self, he'll be lost within a matter of seconds.] You still hungry, by any chance? [Another pause]

Or we can skip straight to that drink you want.

[NO, YOU'RE WRONG. IT'S ONE CENTIMETER. ~~fail i totally remembered that stat wrong.~~

Zoro looks up at Sanji with surprise, and a little bit of caution. This is usually the part where the nice shopkeeper is relieved to be rid of him. What happened?

He's wary about the offer but not enough to give up on another free meal. He is still a bit hungry, in that way that little boys always are.] Can I have both?

[PSSH, ONE CENTIMETER IS NOTHING. /WINS THIS ROUND.

The uncomfortable pang in his chest is one of the most unwelcome feelings Sanji has ever had the displeasure of suffering through. Nooooo, he doesn't want to find him endearing!]

So long as you come to the back with me. [He nods behind him, at the kitchens] I can't have you messing with the other customers. [And with that, he starts walking, expecting/hoping Zoro goes along with the order.]

[/CASUALLY IGNORES

Following!!! He grasps his sword strap excitedly, not even imagining that Sanji's offer might be some kind of trap.]

[... And this version listens, too?

Shit, can he keep you, tiny?]

Alright, what are you in the mood for? [It's the first question Sanji asks once they're in the kitchen proper. He heads for the fridge]

[Hey now. The other one listens!

He just bitches the whole time, too. 8)]

Um... [Zoro toddles over to one of the preparation counters, trying to figure out how sit at it. It really doesn't help that he can't see over the top.] I like rice.

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[A snort. Simple tastes for the simple Marimo. Sanji rolls back his sleeves and pulls out a pan.]

And to drink?

[Zoro manages to wrangle up a chair tall enough for the table. He clambers up on it as he thinks.

Hopefully:] Beer?

A beer.

... Just how old are you again?

Eight. [He shrugs. :I]

... [Sigh. Sanji resigns himself as the worst babysitter in recent history the moment he turns and heads for the fridge, pulling out a bottle. Oh, he knows kids shouldn't be drinking this shit - and if Zoro were a little girl, there'd be no consuming of alcohol in his presence. Matters aren't helped by this being the shithead, either, who's been downgraded to Moss Ball.

And yet, somehow, the equation still works out in his head: Zoro + Beer + Chibified = the universe in order. He returns and plops the bottle down in front of him, leering over the top]

You tell anyone and I'll hunt you down; got it?

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Mmm! [He shrugs again, gleefully this time. It wasn't like there was anyone to tell anyway. He pulls the bottle closer, already trying to figure out how to get the cap off. Was he supposed to bite it or...?]

[Sanji could help.

Or he could stare and watch the Marimo in his natural habitat, attempting to puzzle out the mysteries of a beer bottle]

[M-Maybe if he... bangs it on the table...

... no? Ok, definite no. Uhhhh. Biting probably will work, right? See, all he has to do is get his teeth in the groove and just kinda shuck it that way and--] POP! FSSHHhhhh... [HAH, see. His jaw weights totally pay for themselves at this point.

Zoro's gonna smile up at Sanji now, bottle cap held proudly between his teeth.]

[/INTERNAL SCREAMING.

NO DON'T SMILE AT HIM. HE CAN'T TAKE IT. DON'T YOU KNOW HE ADORES KIDS? LET HIM JUST HATE YOU LIKE ALWAYS.

... Which is to say, Sanji can't help but look horribly amused by the proud display, and only turns so he can fill the pan with water. He sticks it on the stove and waits for it to come to a boil]

You got a name on you, Moss Ball?

[He spits the cap onto the counter top, still grinning.]

M'namesZoro! [And if that little intro sounded a bit muffled it's probably because he's got his lips to the beer bottle and is slowly tipping it back. Mmm...! Ahhh. Hey, that was pretty refreshing. And the taste was strangely comforting...

Still, he coughs a little after. He's not quite used to this yet.] Wha's your name, mister?

It's Sanji. [Well, Zoro didn't cough up a lung, so Sanji nods in light approval. Already holding that liquor well.]

Pretty sure I've never seen you around before. [It should worry him, the ease with which he pulls the statement out of the air, but Sanji has done this more times than he can count, and knows what secrets to keep to himself. Better for Zoro if the chef keeps up an act]

I just got here-- [umm?]-- three days ago. I think my village disappeared.

[It's like it just wandered off without him, man. So lame.]

... Three days?

[Tell him it isn't so. Please.]

What were you doing the entire time?

I was in the forest! [Y'know. Doing forest-y stuff.]

... For the entire time.

[It's not a question. And Sanji's soul weeps.]

[He nods anyway. Then shrugs and fidgets because he's getting kind of impatient for that food.

He points at the pan on the stove.] How long's it take to make rice, anyway?

[Without a pause]

Forever.

So you might wanna order something else why you wait for it.

[wow rude]

Well what else is there to eat?

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