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༉‧₊˚✧.* zoro's apartment ༉‧₊˚✧.* june 5th.
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zoro exasperatedly sighed as he tossed his keys on the nearest table once he walked inside his apartment.
y/n quietly followed him inside, closing the front door behind her and locking it.
"we don't have to go, you know..." she mindlessly said as she looked around with curious eyes.
his apartment was the exact same layout as hers, obviously, but the interior was completely different. his interior was leaning towards a darker type of aesthetic, just like his dojo.
"well, it's too late for that, ain't it?" he turned around, a hand sassily resting on his hip.
zoro woke up early to go sign a contract with hancock, then had a two hour class with sanji. two faces he didn't necessarily want to see. and now he had to have "dinner" with the rest of them? usually, he'd be happy to see his best friends, but he was tired. give the poor man a break.
"drop the attitude, zoro. if going was such a drag then you wouldn't have asked me." y/n rolled her eyes, clutching her outfit and her bag full of products closer to her chest.
they passed by her apartment first. what viola described as a "dinner" was a actually night out at the club with everyone to celebrate god knows what. the only food being digested was alcohol.
nonetheless, y/n was about to show up and show the fuck out.
"but if i didn't ask you, that would've been a problem too." he carped.
"do you have a stick up your ass?" she fumed. "we've argued more than we've actually talked. it seems as if everything i do or say somehow pisses you off."
she was slowly realizing zoro wasn't the man she thought he was. she understood why people said to never judge a book by their cover. zoro might have a pretty face, but behind it all was a nasty attitude y/n couldn't stand.
"it kinda does, yeah..." he sarcastically said, walking to his fridge to grab a beer. "don't even know why i agreed to all of this in the first place."
"you're driving." the girl warned him, seeing him down the bottle in mere seconds. "and we didn't eat anything."
"it's one beer. and you'll probably take 3 hours to get ready anyway." he pointed at her huge bag.
y/n scoffed, knowing he was right. "if you want this whole thing to stop, fine. after tonight, i'll tell my parents that it didn't work out by next morning." she murmured.
