IC Inbox: Cerealia

[yourotherleft]

Uh. This is Zoro.

Yeah.

[BEEP]

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[serving_love]

[Snorts lightly, though he doesn't notice Zoro not looking at him because he's too busy also avoiding eye contact.]

Better eat fast, never know when he'll come bursting in.

[He slides a plate Zoro's way after he's served everything up, before grabbing a seat for himself.

And random awkwardness aside, it's...really good to be here. To be back. Even if he doesn't remember being gone, something about cooking for his nakama always makes him feel like he's home.]

[yourotherleft]

Yeah, I know. Some things never change.

[and as he slides into his seat to dig in - good god this is a real fucking steak cooked perfectly drooling now - Zoro only shoots him one quick sidelong look as if to verify he's really there and not vanishing like a dream. Part of him is pissed at himself for getting so sentimental over the damn cook of all people, but the fact that he is means he really missed this asshole. No matter what, he's nakama and they belong together.

Dammit, ears, don't turn red now.]