#paleaehat

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                                               ohhh, i got it.

                                                   eyeball man run two bee                                                    crown flag skull, right ? 

six-word sentences.

     there isn’t a lot of food zoro can say he truly enjoys more than the average amount. he gets his fill and then drinks the rest of his cravings away; after all, sake … alcohol, any of that sort is what he finds the most worth ingesting. but that doesn’t mean he lacks any desire for certain foods either. it happens once in a blue moon and unexpectedly, certain cravings would come upon him. not big ones or of anything extravagant, hard to obtain meals … it tends to be the same things that comes to mind and are rather easily to be made – which is why he’d confront the cook to find some for him, as annoying that step always is ( unfortunately, he is the only one with access to the food. ) 

       however, despite going through the trouble once more ( with the cook’s initial berating, a little bit lot of banter, kicks and whatnot before finally, an agreement ), he comes to find his plateful of green peas had simmer down to a lesser number of peas after his short bathroom break. of course, he could’ve just counted wrong but when he comes back face to face with his dear rubber captain with a disturbed expression but nonetheless, chewing a mouthful of something suspicious, it’s hard for him not to suspect otherwise. he’s disappointed in himself for forgetting this bit of detail after being on the same ship as his gluttonous captain, most infamous for picking off of other people’s plates, for more than a year and honestly, zoro only has himself to blame. 

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                                      they were so                                alike.

         he took no note of the onlooking villagers that were surrounding the wooden table from a SAFE DISTANCE, nor of the half-devoured banquet that took up the entirety of its surface. It was impossible, really, to tell whether the sounds this boy was making were resembling a snore, or ACUTE DYSPNEA.