"Hunting as a group? Could be a good way to pass the time in this gilded cage."
Zoro silently listens to his crewmates discuss the Omegadome. He feels a prickle of unease, as he does with anything the resort dreams up and throws them into. But there's an appeal to the thought of doing something together, in perhaps experiencing a semblance of their old adventures.
"Alright," he grunts, nodding his agreement. If anything goes wrong, he's sure that the three of them can handle it together.
They sign the waivers, and diamonds are stamped onto the back of their hands.
As they step through the conservatory doors, the lush greenery and pastel blooms are immediately apparent. But before Zoro can take it all in, a message flashes on the watch affixed to his wrist. His eyes scan the words, his brow furrowing with each line. He glances at Nami and Sanji, trying to discern the looks on their faces. "High contact sex game," he mutters, his voice low. Of course. Is anything here not some sort of sex game? He reads further, the last line making him go still as he realizes the implication.
Happy Hunting.
He looks over at Nami. Even standing a few feet away, her scent is intoxicating, and not in the way it usually is. Without understanding exactly how, he immediately knows what it means: in this arena, she's the prey.
Rage flares within him, hot and immediate. But it mixes with something that feels strangely like arousal, and he realizes whatever alterations the watch has warned them about won't necessarily take the whole thirty minutes to set in.
He steps closer to their navigator, placing a hand on the small of her back as his protective and possessive instincts kick in. "Listen," he says, his voice rough, addressing both Nami and Sanji. "We stick together." His gaze locks with Sanji's, searching the cook's eyes to see if they've come to the same conclusion. They might not see eye to eye on a lot of things, but he knows they agree where Nami's concerned.
Without another word, Zoro scans their surroundings, spotting the small cabins nestled amongst the foliage. The vibrant beauty of the conservatory now feels menacing, the sweet scent of the cherry blossoms tinged with a predatory air. "Should we pick a base?" he asks, though the way he begins striding towards the nearest one doesn't leave too much room for argument. He tries the door and finds it unlocked. He pushes it open, revealing a simple but comfortable interior.
🍋🟩🍊🍋 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 & 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢
"Hunting as a group? Could be a good way to pass the time in this gilded cage."
Zoro silently listens to his crewmates discuss the Omegadome. He feels a prickle of unease, as he does with anything the resort dreams up and throws them into. But there's an appeal to the thought of doing something together, in perhaps experiencing a semblance of their old adventures.
"Alright," he grunts, nodding his agreement. If anything goes wrong, he's sure that the three of them can handle it together.
They sign the waivers, and diamonds are stamped onto the back of their hands.
As they step through the conservatory doors, the lush greenery and pastel blooms are immediately apparent. But before Zoro can take it all in, a message flashes on the watch affixed to his wrist. His eyes scan the words, his brow furrowing with each line. He glances at Nami and Sanji, trying to discern the looks on their faces. "High contact sex game," he mutters, his voice low. Of course. Is anything here not some sort of sex game? He reads further, the last line making him go still as he realizes the implication.
Happy Hunting.
He looks over at Nami. Even standing a few feet away, her scent is intoxicating, and not in the way it usually is. Without understanding exactly how, he immediately knows what it means: in this arena, she's the prey.
Rage flares within him, hot and immediate. But it mixes with something that feels strangely like arousal, and he realizes whatever alterations the watch has warned them about won't necessarily take the whole thirty minutes to set in.
He steps closer to their navigator, placing a hand on the small of her back as his protective and possessive instincts kick in. "Listen," he says, his voice rough, addressing both Nami and Sanji. "We stick together." His gaze locks with Sanji's, searching the cook's eyes to see if they've come to the same conclusion. They might not see eye to eye on a lot of things, but he knows they agree where Nami's concerned.
Without another word, Zoro scans their surroundings, spotting the small cabins nestled amongst the foliage. The vibrant beauty of the conservatory now feels menacing, the sweet scent of the cherry blossoms tinged with a predatory air. "Should we pick a base?" he asks, though the way he begins striding towards the nearest one doesn't leave too much room for argument. He tries the door and finds it unlocked. He pushes it open, revealing a simple but comfortable interior.