[The cushion hits him with a loud whump but does nothing to wipe the grin off his face. Zoro stands, stretching as he makes a noise that could either indicate assent or disinterest. Possibly even hunger now that Sanji's not around to scowl at him for almost missing breakfast. Speaking of the chef...
Zoro picks up his swords and casually slots them into place one by one.] I'm going for a walk.
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Zoro picks up his swords and casually slots them into place one by one.] I'm going for a walk.