six // [video/action]

[gavemyword]

[A week since Nami's departure and Zoro's kept his silence. That ends today. The video comes on, facing what some people might recognize as Nami's mikan orchard. The owner of the journal is cautiously off-screen, but he slowly (lazily) points the camera upward to reveal a soft shower of white blossoms.]

Heh. I think it's snowing again.

[His voice is in its usual deadpan but those who know him might sense a tinge of thoughtfulness lurking in his words. Any interested parties will find him napping in the orchard but good luck finding him among the foliage.]

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[video]

[toujoursfluer]

They're beautiful when they die.

[She contemplates that for a moment]

But they always come back again, ne?

[She rests her chin on interlaced fingers and smiles at you]

Do you care for company?

[Action]

[inkdrops]

[Zoro may have heard the ending notes of Miyabi's song, far off in the distance of where he took to lazing about, but it fades away after a while and the silence that persists is broken only by the rustling of leaves from the trees, a birdsong, or the scurrying sounds of a Luceti animal foraging. There's also the delicate steps of someone else advancing as well, but Miyabi's so light on her feet, and walking at such a dismal pace, it'd be hard to sell it was someone approaching him.

But she does, and she's very obviously not paying attention, eyes pointed at dancing petals and the rows of trees - remembering the time she spent here with Nami, helping pick fruit and just generally enjoying her company. Her foot catches on something solid though, and with a yelp, Miyabi trips over one (1) marimo swordsman and lands squarely on top of him. A-At least she's small and relatively lightweight...?]

Eeek! [FLOMP.]

[action]

[concasse]

[Even when Sanji's not looking for Zoro, he seems to find the swordsman lounging by a tree or five, and the chef's steps draw to a crawl. He's got a bag in hand - lunch, as he'd planned on eating it by the cottage today. Don't ask him why; the fancy just caught him unaware.

Instead of continuing on, he stares down the snoring frame in faint displeasure, mouth twisting into a thin line. Jeez, Marimo, making a racket by Nami-san's beloved trees. Why he otta--



... Leave the bag of food by Zoro's side and begin walking off without a word, sighing to himself. Because maybe Sanji isn't in the mood for verbal spars or pretty arguments after all.]