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Zoro hates it here.
“Tough shit,” says Nami. “You have to suffer through the evening to meet your fucking FIANCÉ.”
Zoro scowls. He’s never met the man. They’ve been engaged since he was young enough to fight with bamboo swords. “It’s not like I’m gonna marry him.”
Zoro hates it here.
“Tough shit,” says Nami. “You have to suffer through the evening to meet your fucking FIANCÉ.”
Zoro scowls. He’s never met the man. They’ve been engaged since he was young enough to fight with bamboo swords. “It’s not like I’m gonna marry him.”
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“My parents died when I was six, and you never met them.”
“Yet I know better. Now come on.”
Their king is tall and clearly pompous. His outfit gaudy. His children come behind him.
No, wait.
Is that a fourth son or a servant?
The king marches directly up to Zoro and does not bow, which he SHOULD do on Shimotsuki soil.
The— the sickly pale one? HE’s the one Zoro’s been promised to?
Sanji keeps his head down, but unlike his siblings he does a slight bow upon introduction.