[honestly, Zoro was expecting much worse than that. That whole first gush about fair maidens and oceans and stars was exactly what he expected, he almost feels like he could have predicted it down to the phrasing, but the way a light flush creeps along his jawline at the thought that all that about making the best lunches totally applies to him...and, well, everyone in the crew, the cook always makes the best food for all of them, even Usopp and Brook and everyone else so how is that any different? But that's not the point.
The important bit is what follows, and even though he sits there with the bottle raised to his lips, Zoro listens intently, and not just with his ears. That, he wasn't anticipating, and it fills him with a strange sense of relief. No, he doesn't have a sweetheart, not by a long-shot. But if he did...]
Yeah. It's fine, isn't it? Doesn't matter in the end.
[there's no teasing here at all, only a long pull from the bottle, which he then sets on the ground next to his foot. Too much all at once and he might blurt out something embarrassing]
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The important bit is what follows, and even though he sits there with the bottle raised to his lips, Zoro listens intently, and not just with his ears. That, he wasn't anticipating, and it fills him with a strange sense of relief. No, he doesn't have a sweetheart, not by a long-shot. But if he did...]
Yeah. It's fine, isn't it? Doesn't matter in the end.
[there's no teasing here at all, only a long pull from the bottle, which he then sets on the ground next to his foot. Too much all at once and he might blurt out something embarrassing]
...real generous of you, cook.