Open RP log - Gen

[yourotherleft]

This is the place to come to goof off, out of game context and just for fun. In-person interactions open to anyone who wants a piece of Zoro.

Fighting is a-ok! Shenanigans and a modicum of crack also welcome. Shippy stuff should be cleared with me first, via PM or Plurk. I don't really do AUs but Cerealia-setting is okay.

Some prompt ideas I'd like to play out:

- castmate interactions he hasn't gotten in canon
- OP-universe settings: at sea, dangerous islands, Marine bases, scene-between-scenes
- talkin' swords with sword people
- get him to open up about things like his past, his blades, what he did during the timeskip...
- drinking games
- nursing back to health
- angst. Yeah. Angst.

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[yourotherleft]

Zoro lets him ramble, keeping his eye on the bottle cork, until that last bit. At that, he chokes on the bite he just took and recoils out of instinct.

"It is not!" he snarls before he can stop himself. "It works just fine! Not that you'd ever know." Ugh no don't think that. He swallows hard to clear his throat fully - and to stop himself from flushing red.

It always works better to turn the tables, anyway. Give as good as he gets.

"Bet all your swirling and flailing is just a cover," he snipes back "Fake it because you've never been with a woman either."

....whoops that just slipped out.

[allbluedreams]

Nice try, asshole.

"It's a man's pride to let his shitty affection for the glorious ladies of his life show full force. I don't believe in holding back. And the moment one of those goddesses deigns to spend any shitty time on me I'll treat it with the respect and shitty reverence it deserves." But he won't think about it too much because he doesn't want to die of a shitty nosebleed.

Oops but there's a little leakage anyway.

He thumbs that away and focuses on Zoro, taking a drag on his cigarette. The blush is shitty interesting and although he wants to torment him about it-- but he's also genuinely shitty curious... so he tries the more diplomatic route.

"Just tell me one thing and I'll lay off." He blows out a stream of smoke before asking: "What's your type?"

[yourotherleft]

"Shut up about your man's pride." Zoro gives him a straight-up unimpressed look. Blah blah blah, that's not pride. He knows from pride.

He hunches down, guarding his food, and munches away for a bit, pretending he doesn't even care about the booze. Despite his best efforts to ignore the question, it slips in and pokes at his mind, and he finds himself formulating an answer in his mind before he can even decide whether he wants to.

"Dunno," he finally answers. "I don't really have one, I don't think." Even as his brain dredges up images of swords. "A swordsman, I guess."