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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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Anything you want. This is a restaurant, kid.

[He drums his hands on the counter, repressing the desire to grill the child about his time in the woods. It would do him no good, anyway - Zoro isn't Zoro unless he's lost somewhere]

I've got some pre-cooked stuff in the fridge if you wanna look. [he nods over to the corner] Go ahead, take a look.

[Eh, it was worth a look. He jumps off his chair, padding over to the fridge and peering inside. He pulls out some spaghetti and, after a cursory inspection of its weirdly frozen noodle-y bits, holds it up for Sanji to see.]

What's this?

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