⠀⠀ ( ⠀⠀The sun had barely started to dip below the horizon, ⠀⠀casting long shadows across the deck. ⠀⠀Zoro sat with his back against the mast, ⠀⠀one leg stretched out, ⠀⠀the other bent just enough to rest his arm on. ⠀⠀One sword unsheathed, ⠀⠀resting across his lap, ⠀⠀his eyes half-lidded in what looked like a nap—⠀⠀but he was listening. ⠀⠀Always listening. ⠀⠀Especially when footsteps he recognized without looking came close.
` Tch… you again. `⠀⠀He didn’t even glance up at first, ⠀⠀just gave a slow exhale through his nose. ⠀⠀` You’ve got this habit of showing up right when I’m trying to get some peace. ⠀⠀Coincidence… ⠀⠀or are you just that persistent? `
Now he looked at her, ⠀⠀sharp eyes catching the fading light just right. ⠀⠀Something in his tone—⠀⠀flat, ⠀⠀uninterested—⠀⠀still managed to sound like an invitation. ⠀⠀Not that he noticed.
