[That laugh earns a faint twitch at the corner of Zoro's lips. It stirs a memory - an echo from a time before the city swallowed him whole, when his world stretched beyond the crow's nest, and the company he kept was warm and easy.
Zoro watches as he adjusts the camera. Vrenille's physical appeal is undeniable, much like the Marine man before him. His build speaks of someone who keeps himself in shape. But the absence of scars leaves his combat experience, if any, a mystery.
As he secures the blindfold, Zoro shifts on the cot, a subtle release of tension seeping from his own muscles. When he speaks, his words are low and quiet, giving no hint of his internal evaluation.]
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Zoro watches as he adjusts the camera. Vrenille's physical appeal is undeniable, much like the Marine man before him. His build speaks of someone who keeps himself in shape. But the absence of scars leaves his combat experience, if any, a mystery.
As he secures the blindfold, Zoro shifts on the cot, a subtle release of tension seeping from his own muscles. When he speaks, his words are low and quiet, giving no hint of his internal evaluation.]
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