nuzzles @playboycook.bsky.social’s neck from behind. missed him...

well yeah. i’m a swordsman — swordsmen cut things up.

need to slice someone up so i can feel somethin’ again.

⠀ 𝔇𝔬𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔵𝔬𝔱𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢 || 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓸𝓷

thorn. maybe if i change my layout i’ll feel like being around more

yawns his biggest yawn yet. maybe it’s possible to squeeze a damn nap in before sunny ports.

i’m outta practice on that one, my teeth’s gotta do. ( really though it sounds like a recipe for shattered glass. hefting a bottle of whiskey in his broad hand, zoro glances at her. )

like yer eyes. sounds good. don’t overwork yourself today, got a lotta other days to do that.

can’t nap unless someone offers to take over. i got it ’til th’ sun starts comin’ up.

yeah, i’ll tell ’em. but i dunno how keepin’ a bug in a cup is gonna work. it’s gonna fly out. ( the thought only makes him more confused, but he crouches down, picks up the little insect bits and toss them in the sea, where eager flying fish shoot out to snatch them up. )

regular thugs? nah, won’t make me happy. i need more of a challenge than that, dartbrows. ( stretching his arms over his head, the swordsman’s lone eye shifts to sanji. ) ya wanna give me a gift, get me a six pack.

first time i ever heard that...

that’s what i like to hear... let’s get to bed.

yeah, put ’em on ice aready. ( a rumble vibrates in his chest, shadowing closely behind toward the large cooler set on the ground. surely enough, there’s enough fish and crabs to supply a feast in there. ) what are ya gonna make?

nah, don’t got skittles but there’s some round things down ’ere. ( crooked grin, adjusting the soft lime green of his belly warmer. )

what the hell?

why would i be smilin’ in my wanted poster? i was kickin’ ass an’ they had a damn camera in my face.

i dunno what’s macarenas, but i heard ’bout pecan pie... is it that pricey? better just steal ’em, like the witch would say.

( he has an urge to groan, but stifles it. this guy really is depraved and no one checks him for it. ) thought y’ wanted to kick my ass, curly. gotta decide which one’s more temptin’ for ya.

oi, i ain’t a grouch. just don’t need no one tellin’ me i don’t know my own fiancé.

.⠀ׂ⠀𖧷 life gave me some 𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂, ꒷︶꒦⊹ ˖⠀ so i made 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑫𝑬 . ︵ ˚ ͙۪۪̥ 𐔌

takes a swig from a bottle of sake, a thin stream of clear liquid creeping down from his lips, trickling over his jaw and down his firm, exposed chest. zoro is half drunk tonight, guided by the moonlight.

the same one ’m gonna marry, yeah. ya can be nice t’ women an’ still be a damn pervert, lady.

thorn. sometimes i really want to rp haley from stardew

ya clearly don’t know him. he almost died from nosebleedin’ over a buncha mermaids. he’s th’ freakiest cook in th’ world.

so does curly an’ he’s a damn pervert himself...

then what do ya want?

ain’t my fault yer mind’s so innocent.

not if y’ wanna cuddle tonight, princess.

can we find another topic other than my balls

hah, i’d like to see ya try.

WHY ARE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT MY FIANCÉ’S NUTS?! 💢

😒

she doesn’t think we’re talkin’ bout balls, simmer down, cook.

after failing to find a bar close by, zoro’s second agenda is finding the blacksmith. his sense of direction is nothing to boast about and even less to make mention, because his boots trudge down the cobbled path leading away from the marketplace and shops, instead following into the —

they ain’t... nobody’s nuts should be pricey. all nuts gotta be free.

nah he’s just greedy. doesn’t like sharin’ my nuts.

ain’t practical and i’d be lyin’ if i called it that. well th’ guy i was sayin’ it to got no problems with nuts. he loves ’em. my nuts ain’t fer everyone in th’ first place.

ya dunno if i got a rainbow in m’ boxers or not, that’s th’ fun part.

i call it three sword style, not million sword style. you got some kinda nut allergy? i wasn’t talkin’ bout no peanuts.

i only got 3 swords, yer bad at countin’.

can’t even talk ’bout my nuts to th’ cook without people buttin’ in. 🙄

careful what ya ask for, cook. ( a wild grin stretches over his face, reaching for his pants. )

why’s everyone talkin’ bout whips an’ chains an’ freakiness