Oi, oi....
firexfistasce:

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firexfistasce:

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Marimo & Marimo Jr.

sanjiko-suits-and-cigarettes:

zoro-aniki:

The swordsman stared that the door to the changing room like it was the very doorway to hell. Even after Sanjiko took Junior from him, he still didn’t move right away, just stood there awaiting his doom. 

Eventually he took a deep breath and opened the door, however, stepping inside and closing it behind him. It was time to stop being such a damn wuss. They were just clothes, dammit. He could take them off. He could do this.

He huffed out a sigh and stripped off his shirt and haramaki, tossing them onto the floor and grabbing up the new shirts Sanjiko had picked for him. 

The swordsman got the white one on easily enough. It was just a t-shirt. Pretty close to what he usually wore too. This was fine. It was when he got to the blue one that he ran into problems. 

The sleeves, for one, were too damn tight. So tight in fact that he got stuck with the thing halfway over his head, arms outstretched and struggling to pull it off. But the fabric was stretched so taut over his muscles that he couldn’t even move his arms let alone get the thing off him. 

“GRAAghghrRhgRgghh—-!” Lots of screeching, lots and LOTS of screeching as he grappled with it, whirling around in circles, banging into walls, causing a scene.

But he was stuck, so by the time Sanjiko finally decided to poke her head in, he whipped around and flailed. “GET THIS FREAKING THING OFF ME!!!”

Sanjiko peeped her head in to flailing, screaming and a tangled Zoro. Trying to hold back her laughter, she asked. “What the hell Zoro? It’s just a shirt. It won’t kill.” That’s is, she started laughing, as Zoro turned around, his arms stuck in the shirt. One arm over his head. The other stuck close to his body and fixed at a odd angle.

Junior caught on her laughing and started his little chuckles as well. “Look Junior! Daddy marimo is all tangled because a little old shirt.” She adjusted and shifted the child to her left arm. Letting the baby sit snuggly on her arm, she reached her right hand over.

“Stop fidgeting Zoro. I’m trying to help.” She tugged on the back of the shirt that was caught onto the cap. Why the swordsman didn’t remove the cap wasn’t beyond her? She gave the blue shirt a hard tug and untwisted the fabric. One problem solved. Now for his arms.

“Alright, marimo. Try straightening your right arm.” Grumbling and murmuring later, Sanjiko managed to free both his arms. She even helped him to that shirt on.

“See. It’s not that hard, is it now?”

Zoro was just a complete fool when it came to dressing and fashion. So when Sanjiko tried to help him, he only panicked more and flailed about, still struggling and grumbling and causing a complete scene.

"I’m——TRYING—-dammit—-AARrghhgh——c’mon, cook—-get this—-GRAAAH!!" 

A few tugs though and he managed to finally get his head free with a dramatic gasp, as if he’d just been caught in the vice-grip of some killer beast or something. A little more straightening and the shirt was on normally, thanks to Sanjiko. But that didn’t change the fact that it was still tight, at least tighter than he was used to, and he moved an arm experimentally.

"What the hell! I can’t even move my arm! How the heck’m I supposed to fight?"

@zoro-aniki

imaliveandfree:

Saboko was walking down the busy streets of the town she was in and was running down the walk way full of shops. As she ran, she only rubbed slightly against people until a man got in her way at the last second and she hit the green haired man head first and fell to the ground on her back.. “O-oi!” She said rubbing her head and pouted. “Th-that hurt…” She mumbled getting up.

Well, he’d been having a pretty nice stroll through the town, having picked up a cold bottle of rum at the local pub, sipping at it casually. Nice quiet village, nothing too crazy or eventful happening anywhere. For once, the peace was welcomed.

That is, until he found himself bombarded with a random woman who decided it would be a great idea to walk right into him. He stumbled, but managed to catch himself. The woman, however, was not so lucky. 

"Oi!" he screeched down at her with an irritated frown. "Watch where you’re going, dammit!"

Marimo & Marimo Jr.

sanjiko-suits-and-cigarettes:

zoro-aniki:

“Fine—-” he started to say. “But—-HEY WAIT A SECOND!! No booze?!? That’s not fair! You’re just—-OI!”

More dragging. Dammit, he had a really bad feeling about this. He started to panic a bit as more and more clothing racks surrounded him, closing in. Fuck, this was one thing the great Roronoa Zoro could not handle. Shopping.

And when Sanjiko handed him the (very normal) pile of clothes, he visibly cringed. The poor swordsman just stared at them for a long minute, unsure of what to do. He looked back over at Sanjiko, then back down at the clothes. 

“…..Do I gotta try ‘em on?”

She reached her hand over taking Junior from Zoro’s arms. “Yes, Zoro. Changing rooms are over there.” She nodded her head over to the right. “We’ll be right here. Come out once you’re dressed alright.”

Junior seemed to have taken a liking to the swordsman and he was reaching his small hands from Zoro. Sanjiko raised the child up and kissed his forehead. “Just wait a little while, sweetie. Marimo daddy has to be decent first.” The child poked her cheeks in reply. “Yes yes. It’s your turn next.”

He reached his hand to the side of her face and played with her hair and she let him be. Her eyes fixated on the entrance towards the changing rooms. It wasn’t easy to convince that marimo into that space. Soon, she started hearing yelling, screaming and screeching coming from inside. Immediately she knew it was from the shitty swordsman.

Storming in, she knocked on the door. “What is it this time?”

The swordsman stared that the door to the changing room like it was the very doorway to hell. Even after Sanjiko took Junior from him, he still didn’t move right away, just stood there awaiting his doom. 

Eventually he took a deep breath and opened the door, however, stepping inside and closing it behind him. It was time to stop being such a damn wuss. They were just clothes, dammit. He could take them off. He could do this.

He huffed out a sigh and stripped off his shirt and haramaki, tossing them onto the floor and grabbing up the new shirts Sanjiko had picked for him. 

The swordsman got the white one on easily enough. It was just a t-shirt. Pretty close to what he usually wore too. This was fine. It was when he got to the blue one that he ran into problems. 

The sleeves, for one, were too damn tight. So tight in fact that he got stuck with the thing halfway over his head, arms outstretched and struggling to pull it off. But the fabric was stretched so taut over his muscles that he couldn’t even move his arms let alone get the thing off him. 

"GRAAghghrRhgRgghh—-!" Lots of screeching, lots and LOTS of screeching as he grappled with it, whirling around in circles, banging into walls, causing a scene.

But he was stuck, so by the time Sanjiko finally decided to poke her head in, he whipped around and flailed. “GET THIS FREAKING THING OFF ME!!!”

i got them movess like jaggerr~

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poppinggreens:

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YEA USOPP! GO USOPP! *chants*

ooc: {Sorry to butt in but I’m CRyIGN}

Zoro & Kidd | | If these two met….well shit.

It wasn’t that he’d gotten lost per se. No, never. They’d landed on a new island and, considering Franky had the ship-guarding covered (making a few minor repairs as needed), and considering Zoro was restless as hell from nonstop sailing for a week, he needed to take a fucking walk or else he just might die of boredom.

The town was small, quiet for the New World, with one main street where most of the shops were located. But that also meant that the others had all scurried on over there as soon as they’d docked, no doubt causing all sorts of chaos. And Zoro, being the rational being that he was, did not want to associate with that utter lunacy, so he was glad for once when his wandering led him to the outskirts of the village.

What he hadn’t expected to find was another pirate ship moored down the beach, nearly concealed by a rocky cape. Well, fuck. It wasn’t as if they weren’t used to running into other pirates. But now that they’d entered the New World, run-ins with other pirates were legitimate challenges. From this point on, there were no rookies.

So the swordsman tread with caution as he approached. He didn’t necessarily want to give himself away, but he’d also prefer to take care of these guys away from the town. Because of course he had to assume the worst. Judging by the reputation of the pirates they’d run into so far in the New World, they, unlike the Straw Hats, were not as likely to leave civilians alone unfortunately.

Zoro didn’t recognize the jolly roger printed on the flag. A sort of spiky sun shape with a stitched mouth? He’d never seen it before. But the ship was enormous, a sign that this was indeed a formidable crew. 

Just…who the hell was it?

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historic-hana:

zoro-aniki:

He shrugs, crossing arms over his chest. “Thanks. But I don’t read.” Because clearly just sleeping up there entailed processing words or something. Marimo logic.

She chuckles. “As you wish. Wouldn’t hurt to read a little, there are several swordsmanship and other types of volumes in the library. They even have pictures.” a small smirk on her face.

Ah, pictures. Better than nothing. But he shrugs again, trying to appear indifferent about the whole matter. “Can I drink up there?” Just a little bit of curiosity now.

Marimo & Marimo Jr.

sanjiko-suits-and-cigarettes:

zoro-aniki:

“Oi, oi…” he grumbled, lips puckering funnily when she cupped his cheeks.

“Are you kidding? That poster looks just like you,” he said, hoisting Junior up a bit in his arms and pointing an accusatory finger at her. “Let me choose you an outfit. You’re makin’ me wear this stupid hat, so you gotta wear something stupid too.” He, of course, knew the hat wasn’t stupid. It was actually kind of cool. But it was worth a shot.

“Don’t think you’re gonna ge——gAaAgghh—!” Another garbled yelp as she yanked him forward and he stumbled after her, Junior clinging to his neck and giggling at him (which only served to make the marimo produce even more strange irritated noises).

“They’re not overgrown knives, dammit!” 

“That poster does no justice to this.” She pointed at her face. “This flawless beauty. Like you would even understand that. Tch.” Sanjiko puffed up her cheeks. “And no way. No way in hell are you dressing me. Not when you’re dressed like that, every single day.” She looked at his dirty, old shirt, green haramaki and black pants. “Nope. There’s no fucking way.”

“And that hat is nice alright. It’s so nice that it’s distracting people from the monster moss on your head.” Junior chose at this point to start giggling. “See, Junior, finds it amusing.” Sanjiko grinned at the young marimo. Good timing.

“But I’m interested to see what you’ll pick though. Let’s see. If you start picking something stupid, I’m cutting you off booze.” Sanjiko said with a smirk and raised her curly brow. “You think you’re up to that challenge, shitty swordsman?” She knew the swordsman was not going to back down from a challenge. No matter how stupid it sounded. Tch. Actually they’ve had some sillier challenges. Something about getting the larger dinosaur meat.

She dragged him deeper into the store. “But let’s get you dressed first.” She randomly picked items of clothes of the rack as they walked. “This. This and this.” She handed him a nice white tee, a pair of khaki pants and a pale blue shirt. “And try to get that haramaki off.” 

"Fine—-" he started to say. "But—-HEY WAIT A SECOND!! No booze?!? That’s not fair! You’re just—-OI!"

More dragging. Dammit, he had a really bad feeling about this. He started to panic a bit as more and more clothing racks surrounded him, closing in. Fuck, this was one thing the great Roronoa Zoro could not handle. Shopping.

And when Sanjiko handed him the (very normal) pile of clothes, he visibly cringed. The poor swordsman just stared at them for a long minute, unsure of what to do. He looked back over at Sanjiko, then back down at the clothes. 

"…..Do I gotta try ‘em on?"