Perhaps due to the time he's spent in this place, for one wild moment, when G'raha begins removing his robe, Zoro thinks it's so they can get down to business.
And yet... nothing else about G'raha's actions seem to indicate that, so maybe he's just trying to beat the sun.
He doesn't know much about cats, but he does know that the way G'raha's ears droop makes him feel like a criminal. A bad one, like the kind he used to hunt, not the kind he calls crewmates. He feels like he should apologize. Instead, Zoro clears his throat. "Miqo'te," he repeats, trying to copy the exact pronunciation as his penance. Maybe it sounds a little funny on his tongue, not only because the word is foreign to him, but also because G'raha's accent is different from his. Still, he manages a surprisingly decent approximation.
The Miqo'te seems lost in his own thoughts, but he says them out loud, so Zoro listens. Questions form in his head, the primary of which being: what exactly does G'raha mean by stave off the passage of time? That sounds impossible! It's his first indication that there might be much more to G'raha than meets the eyes. Nevermind the fact that half of his flesh is blue, and looks more like some kind of magical stone than actual flesh.
But the other man interrupts himself before Zoro can interject, and he looks a little surprised when he finds himself being presented with a small bow. He returns it instinctually, the gesture familiar from his own home. "Roronoa Zoro," he says. "I have no idea."
Exceptโhe isn't brand new to this place anymore, and he has learned a thing or two. How many times have resort staff and other guests alike redirected him to his watch before? (How much money do I have? Check your watch. How do I get to this place? Use your watch. How do I talk to Nami when she's not nearby? Your watch, dumbass.)
"We should check our watches," he says dryly, finally looking down at it. He frowns as he lifts his wrist, squinting as he starts reading the message, then remembering quickly what one of his new friends has recently shown him (thank you, Weiss). With a few swipes, the words are projected into the air above his watch screen, and he reads it out loud for the both of them, sounding increasingly annoyed with every word.
Zoro is frowning by the end. "What the fuck is a significant emotional connection?" No really, what is it? This man has been a lone wolf for most of his life, and it's only recently that he's begun to come to terms with how attached he's become to his own crewmates. Now he's expected to do that all over again with a stranger? For a game? "Fuck this place," he grumbles under his breath. That bottle of alcohol better be worth it.
"We need water," are his next words, because he could be grumpy, or he could be grumpy and productive. "Weather seems nice. So water, food, then shelter." He meets G'raha's eyes, as if to ask if he's in agreement. They're meant to be partners, after all, though time will tell if Zoro can truly rely on him. He tries not to jump to conclusions, but G'raha's fancy clothes makes him wonder if the other man knows anything about surviving in the wild.
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And yet... nothing else about G'raha's actions seem to indicate that, so maybe he's just trying to beat the sun.
He doesn't know much about cats, but he does know that the way G'raha's ears droop makes him feel like a criminal. A bad one, like the kind he used to hunt, not the kind he calls crewmates. He feels like he should apologize. Instead, Zoro clears his throat. "Miqo'te," he repeats, trying to copy the exact pronunciation as his penance. Maybe it sounds a little funny on his tongue, not only because the word is foreign to him, but also because G'raha's accent is different from his. Still, he manages a surprisingly decent approximation.
The Miqo'te seems lost in his own thoughts, but he says them out loud, so Zoro listens. Questions form in his head, the primary of which being: what exactly does G'raha mean by stave off the passage of time? That sounds impossible! It's his first indication that there might be much more to G'raha than meets the eyes. Nevermind the fact that half of his flesh is blue, and looks more like some kind of magical stone than actual flesh.
But the other man interrupts himself before Zoro can interject, and he looks a little surprised when he finds himself being presented with a small bow. He returns it instinctually, the gesture familiar from his own home. "Roronoa Zoro," he says. "I have no idea."
Exceptโhe isn't brand new to this place anymore, and he has learned a thing or two. How many times have resort staff and other guests alike redirected him to his watch before? (How much money do I have? Check your watch. How do I get to this place? Use your watch. How do I talk to Nami when she's not nearby? Your watch, dumbass.)
"We should check our watches," he says dryly, finally looking down at it. He frowns as he lifts his wrist, squinting as he starts reading the message, then remembering quickly what one of his new friends has recently shown him (thank you, Weiss). With a few swipes, the words are projected into the air above his watch screen, and he reads it out loud for the both of them, sounding increasingly annoyed with every word.
Zoro is frowning by the end. "What the fuck is a significant emotional connection?" No really, what is it? This man has been a lone wolf for most of his life, and it's only recently that he's begun to come to terms with how attached he's become to his own crewmates. Now he's expected to do that all over again with a stranger? For a game? "Fuck this place," he grumbles under his breath. That bottle of alcohol better be worth it.
"We need water," are his next words, because he could be grumpy, or he could be grumpy and productive. "Weather seems nice. So water, food, then shelter." He meets G'raha's eyes, as if to ask if he's in agreement. They're meant to be partners, after all, though time will tell if Zoro can truly rely on him. He tries not to jump to conclusions, but G'raha's fancy clothes makes him wonder if the other man knows anything about surviving in the wild.