"Who are you?" Luffy tilts his head at the boy standing in the center of the park.

The boy doesn't respond, swinging his bamboo swords in slow, controlled motions.

"Who are you?" Luffy shouts this time, assuming that the kid hadn't heard him.

Again, the boy doesn't respond.

Luffy walks up to him and taps on his arm. "Who are you?" He yells into his ear.

The boy jerks away and take the sword out of his mouth. "I heard you the first two times!" He yells.

"But you didn't say anything." Luffy frowns.

"I have to practice my forms. I don't have time to talk." The boy puts the sword back in his mouth.

"Do you live here? I don't live here, my grandpa brought me here because he had a meeting or something." Luffy sits down on the grass, drawing his knees up to his chest as he analyzes the ground for bugs.

"Can you ftop afking queftionf?" The boy says with the sword in his mouth.

"I like asking questions. Do you see a lotta bugs over here? I see a lotta bugs over where I live." Luffy passes his hand over the grass.

The boy grunts. "Leaf me awone."

"Let's go play on the swings!" Luffy says, standing up to tug on the boy's arm.

"No." The boy says succintly.

Luffy pouts.

He sits down again and watches the boy practice his swordplay. "It's like you're dancing really slowly! It's really cool!"

The boy startles and flushes, his sword falling out of his mouth. "You're distracting me!" He growls.

"Sorry." Luffy says, not feeling very sorry at all.

Silence reigns for 15 minutes. Luffy watches in fascination as the boy changes forms, then finally stops, taking the sword out of his mouth.

"My name's Zoro." He says, putting the swords away in a nearby bag.

"I'm Luffy!" Luffy grins. "Now that you're done, we can go play on the swings!"

Zoro awkwardly rubs at the back of his head. "Okay. Only since you waited."

for sunday, fingering you is much like everything everything else in his life: it's all about control. he's very methodical in the way that he dips his fingers into you, with surgical precision and technique. every movement is calculated, all with the purpose of having you come apart with his fingers— on his fingers. he knows exactly what you want, when you want it, regardless of whether or not you say it. admittedly, part of that is due to his halovian heritage, but beyond that, it's because he knows you. knows that you are so, so close to climax from the way your breath stutters, from the way you tighten around him, your body nearly begging for that sweet release. and he'll give it to you— all you need do is ask for it.

as for phainon, it's more... exploratory i think. it's like you're uncharted territory, but despite that, he's determined to inspect every part of you. finding out what feels good for you, where you're sensitive, what will make you moan out his name— it's exciting for him, maybe even fun. while it can come off as a little teasing (and maybe there is a point where it totally is), he is completely earnest in his desire to know each and every way to make you come undone. furthermore, he's extremely receptive to feedback, if you tell him to slow down, he will, and if you beg him to go faster, harder, then he will; his fingers gliding in and out of you at a merciless pace. he might even slip a third one in, curious to see how you'll take it; pleased when it makes you whine out his name louder, your hips jerking in a way that gives him the impression that you want more and he is more than happy to provide.