[Vrenille's question lingers in the air for a long moment. Zoro doesn't rush to fill the silence. The answer lives deep within him, an instinct as primal as breathing. It's the surge of power, the dance of focus and exertion as he pushes his body to its peak. It's the complete control over every muscle, every fiber, culminating in a release so intense it makes him feel truly alive. But translating that raw experience into words feels like trying to cage lightning. Action has always been his language, not explanation. And this, he determines, will be no different.
"I already told you, I jerk off before bed sometimes," prickles on Zoro's tongue, sharp with frustration that has nothing to do with Vrenille. He stifles the retort, taking a moment to close his eyes. Finally, he answers with a question of his own:]
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"I already told you, I jerk off before bed sometimes," prickles on Zoro's tongue, sharp with frustration that has nothing to do with Vrenille. He stifles the retort, taking a moment to close his eyes. Finally, he answers with a question of his own:]
...You ever try running until your lungs burn?