[Zoro doesn't doubt that's what she's doing when he realizes that there's no reply coming.
He waits for her on a tree stump just outside the battledome, single sword laid across his lap. He's not really doing anything to it, just... fiddling. Running his fingers on the scabbard and checking for cracks. Turning it over in his hands, clutching it, setting it back down on his lap.
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He waits for her on a tree stump just outside the battledome, single sword laid across his lap. He's not really doing anything to it, just... fiddling. Running his fingers on the scabbard and checking for cracks. Turning it over in his hands, clutching it, setting it back down on his lap.
He stands when he sees her coming.]