IC Inbox: Cerealia

[yourotherleft]

Uh. This is Zoro.

Yeah.

[BEEP]

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morning of jan. 3; text.

[multiglyphs]

[ some time after reading this. ]

You, sir, have a lot of explaining to do!

[yourotherleft]

huh? what? what do you mean?

[he hasn't seen the 'newspaper' yet...]

ACTION,

[newtimes]

( All things considered, it was only natural to find Mutsu training. Even without the colony providing new reasons to need to defend yourself, he's a sword spirit! He's gotta stay sharp, get it? Training has always been easy too-- with the abundance of swordsmen, spirit and non-spirit-- but today, there is no one to practice.

Ah... well, if he's here, he might as well get some time in but just practicing forms is no fun... )

4ever

[yourotherleft]

[there wasn't anyone until Zoro just sort of blunders in. He's only just recently even found the dojo, so finding it again is a mix of luck and hours of wandering in neighborhoods he swears he's seen before. Pity him. He only actually knows how to get to the gym and maybe one restaurant without getting lost, everything else is a crapshoot.

So that's his excuse, Mutsu, he was lost or else he'd have been there earlier. But he's here now.]

Oh. Hey. Look who it is.

text

[hoasen]

[When she said the next day, she really meant...next day.]

Hello, Roronoa Zoro? This is Vietnam.
I have finished your haramaki. When are you available?

[yourotherleft]

[holy shit girl, nice]

wow already? great! uh I'm free anytime. at the gym now, can come over after I'm done.

Delivery - Several Days After His Post

[niceguypose]

[A package is left hanging from a kunai outside of the window of Zoro's apartment.

Enclosed is a set of twelve articles of green clothing, almost all of which are haramakis of wildly differing quality. Some of them seem to be amateurishly poor attempts at knitting them by hand. And one item appears to be a haramaki at first glance, but is actually a folded up jumpsuit.

There is also a note, signed by the Wild Green Beautiful Beast of Konoha...]

LMAO I LOVE IT

[yourotherleft]

[It's a good thing there's a note otherwise he would have thought this the first volley in Vietnam's attempt to prank Sanji. Alas.

Well, wild green beast, you tried. He'll leave the jumpsuit in Sanji's room like it belongs to him. Of the rest...well, there's one that doesn't suck. Shit, now he'll have to send a message to thank the guy.

....later.]

[text]

[serving_love]

[FOR ONCE, Sanji's home while Zoro isn't! Not often he walks in to an empty apartment, but Zoro isn't on the couch so Sanji assumes he's out. Doesn't stop him from giving his usual scowl to that entire marimo area, though. Geez, what the hell, there's a perfectly good AND EMPTY bedroom in the back, why is all his shit still out here stinking up the place?

He kicks at a shirt that's been dropped too far from the couch and then heads back to his own room to change his clothes -- which is when he finds it.

This shitty green...thing. What the fuck? It's actually kinda familiar, but he can't place it, and he can only think of one way this fashion disaster ended up in his room. That it's green only backs up his assumption.

Okay. OKAY. Fine, fuck it, Sanji will move Zoro back into that damn bedroom himself!

Which is exactly what he does. Every article of clothing strewn about the apartment will quite unceremoniously be shoved into the second bedroom, probably littered right onto the floor -- including that shitty jumpsuit.

Don't mind the total lack of (probably important) details when he texts Zoro to let him know.]

I'm kicking you outta my living room, asshole.

DYING

[yourotherleft]

[wow way to make his inside run cold, cook. Alas, he's already learned what all caps means...]

WHAT THE FUCK ASSHOLE WHAT ARE YOU KICKING ME OUT FOR?????

VALENTINES DAY...

[newtimes]

( In Zoro's mailbox, there will be a simple origami box with Zoro's name on it. Inside, there are two chocolate truffles. … But there’s no other name attached to it to suggest who it might have come from! But there is a small note written on a folded sheet of paper inside. Maybe there's a clue there? )

I learned how to make these from Vietnam!
She said today is a day you give chocolate to people you care for! So I wanted you to have some too.
Hope that's OK!

[yourotherleft]

[okay this can't be part of Vietnam's prank, it's too honest.

It's a real damn shame Zoro doesn't like chocolate. But somebody was thinking of him, genuinely, not a fake admirer, so...

Maybe he'll give them to the cook. Or Weiss. Somebody who'll like them. He'll have to ask Vietnam who she's been giving chocolate lessons to, though - even if he won't ever tell Mutsu he didn't eat them, he still would thank him.

Because even for Zoro, it's nice to feel appreciated.]

the most honest valentine's gift zoro has ever received

[hoasen]

[WELL, the thought she put into the gifts were honest, but he already knows about the motive.

As promised, Vietnam has decided to make things extra embarrassing so that Zoro looks like he has more attention than Sanji. Really terribly written love letters (sourced from books, female friends, modern texting) were anonymously addressed to him. Then all of this were surrounded by bouquets that were pretty shameless. Of course, you need chocolate! But since Zoro doesn't like chocolate, guess, he, needs, onigiri (and one lunch box). This all with a bottle of wine. And she made sure to wrap with different ribbon.

Don't say she doesn't go all out for war.]

pfffff awesome

[yourotherleft]

[wow Vietnam you don't go small, do you? It's all so fluffy and pink and red, just what he'd expect out of the cook. If it were sincere he'd be so unimpressed but knowing the motive, he's going to go out of his way to show it all to Sanji. Every single time.

He'll text her with the results later!]

[thatched]

[a note, unsigned on your door, with a little flower on it.]

Be my honeysuckle love~

text; 3/11

[bigbingoattack]

[straight and to the point]

it's done

[yourotherleft]

that was fast.

where and when?

[teeext for no reason] 1/WHO KNOWS

[serving_love]

[It’s nice and early in the morning as Sanji makes his way from his room to the kitchen, yawning and absently scratching at his stomach. It’s also QUIET, which is a rare thing in their apartment and half the reason Sanji bothers rolling out of bed at this hour. Need to enjoy this kind of peace while it lasts! Especially since lately Zoro’s been gone in the mornings, too. Hell, half the time he’s out the door before even Sanji gets up. It’s a little weird, actually.

Not that he’s gonna question it.

But it’s also what makes his presence in the apartment today somewhat unusual. Sanji doesn’t even notice it until he’s leaning against a counter in the kitchen and lighting his first smoke of the day, but there it is. That familiar ping of the marimo’s haki. Hmm.

WELP, pulling out his CereVice then. And totally not looking amused for no reason at all, nope!]

oi. marimo.

2/?

[serving_love]

hey.

[JUST KIND OF HOPING THAT ZORO DOESN’T HAVE HIS OWN CEREVICE ON MUTE.

Because that would defeat the purpose of being an annoying shit. 8|]

3/?

[serving_love]

marimoooo.

4/?

[serving_love]

hey hey. aren’t you usually gone by now?

text!!

[hoasen]

Hello, Zoro, how have you been?

kyaaa

[yourotherleft]

oh vietnam. hi.

fine, I guess. it's been a while yeah?

A SATURDAY...before the intro log

[hoasen]

[THIS TIME, Vietnam goes to his house, so that he doesn't end up wandering around. She messaged him earlier that she will be coming.

Knock knock!]

[yourotherleft]

[There was enough warning for him to get dressed but oh that poor apartment. Vietnam probably doesn't want to peek past him when he opens the door, it'll hurt.]

Yo. That was fast, good timing.

[text]

[serving_love]

[So Sanji is...confused. He's just been dumped into some shitty ballroom, dressed all snazzy and fancy even for him, and he feels...vaguely disoriented. He has a pretty good idea where he is, what fucking...place he's in, but he also has a weird feeling that something's gone wrong. Even though he doesn't have any memory of anything strange happening.

Or, well. Stranger than usual.

But it's really never good when this shitty place decides to just drop them in random places for no reason.

He glances around for a familiar face, but quickly remembers the shitty device thing for communicating here. Weird again that he feels rusty with it, and that he has to pause and think about how to navigate through the damn menu to get to where he wants. Soon enough, though, he's shooting off a text to his idiot roommates. Or one of them, anyway. He knows Luffy ain't always one for reading, or typing into this thing. Probably easier to get answers from Zoro.]

hey what the fuck is going on?

[text]

[yourotherleft]

[So there's not a lot of people Zoro gets texts from, so whenever the little 'ding' goes off he's usually pretty startled and curious. Today, no different. First thought, Vietnam, since they've been hanging out recently. Second thought, Kashuu or Dotanuki. Third thought...misfire?

He grabs his device and almost can't believe the name he sees there.

But that's not...

Zoro stares at that name for a long time, before even bothering to read the text. And then it all sort of slams into him like a sledgehammer to the gut. Is it really him? He's back. What the shit. WHAT THE SHIT.

A few minutes and a considerable amount of strenuous thinking later, he finally manages to text back.]

are you fucking kidding me? cook?

[text] 9/16

[serving_love]

yo marimo, not cooking tonight. gonna pick up shitty carry out. what do you want?

[yourotherleft]

anything, I dont care.

[he's exhausted after running around for two days trying to fight all the things, sitting on the couch like a lump. Thinking is hard.]