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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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[Vivi quirks an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the look on Zoro's face. Somehow she has a feeling he didn't choose his toppings thoughtfully.]

What did you put on it?

[He glances up at Vivi guiltily.]

Stuff. [>__>]

[...okay, she can't resist having some fun with the little mossball.] "Stuff," eh? Could I try a bite?

...or is it too delicious to share?

[Have some panicky indecisiveness you evil evil princess.]

Umm-! UHH-! N-NO! Make your own! [Face turning bright red, he starts shoveling the evil-tasting rice into his mouth.]

[She can't help it anymore; Vivi laughs, holding up her bowl.] I have my own, see?

[She watches him a little longer with fascinated amusement at the faces he's making, then decides it's time to cut him a break.] It's okay if you don't like it, you know. There's more. [Gesturing vaguely in the direction of the rest of the plain rice on the counter.]