'Course, you're related to that black hole of a captain. There's the stew if you want some, then, guess I could cook up some meat if you have the same tastes as Luffy.
[he 'd woken up in a daze in the middle of the night and for a moment he thought he saw Sanji, but that couldn't be true since he was back home. That lost thought left a conflicted emotion that he didn't focus on for too long once sleep took over again. When he finally fully woke up it was to see that he was back in the house and under a giant pile of snow
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Re: [action&voice]lovecook_175May 26 2009, 08:02:44 UTC
*The cook had noticed the presence of another entering the kitchen, but he had honestly not expected it to be the swordsman. So he just barely restrained the jolt that shook him after hearing the familiar tones- That's right, the week was up, the illusions should be gone by now.
Still, he couldn't help but feel a little lost as he stared after the swordsman, remembering that searching look from before. Zoro didn't see him. But he saw him now. The sudden urge to be noticed overtook his mind before he had a chance to reason otherwise. A foot was raised, slammed into the back of a green bed of hair, not too hard, just enough to hurt.*
Oi, that's all you have to say to me? Bastard, you should be thanking me for not letting your wound reopen from your stupidity.
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I knew a little snow wouldn't get you down.
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Heh, should say the same for you. Faring alright with the cold weather?
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There's the stew if you want some, then, guess I could cook up some meat if you have the same tastes as Luffy.
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Please, don't fret about me! Yako-chan should be the one being careful, I'd never forgive myself if a lady like yourself fell sick under my watch!
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T-That's true, Yako-chan..
But if there's anything you need, just tell me!
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Still, he couldn't help but feel a little lost as he stared after the swordsman, remembering that searching look from before. Zoro didn't see him. But he saw him now.
The sudden urge to be noticed overtook his mind before he had a chance to reason otherwise. A foot was raised, slammed into the back of a green bed of hair, not too hard, just enough to hurt.*
Oi, that's all you have to say to me? Bastard, you should be thanking me for not letting your wound reopen from your stupidity.
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WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!
[if he knew doing the bastard a favor would give him this he wouldn't have bothered.]
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