[ even for chopper, zoro was a terrible patient. he'd never been one to readily accept his own limitations, endlessly exacerbating injuries before they'd even begun to heal. he'd begun to suspect the reindeer had a supply of extra bandages ferreted away somewhere; he never seemed to run out, despite wrapping zoro like a damned mummy on a regular basis.
his head dropped back to rest against the stone, relaxing his shoulders as she looked him over. this part had become routine now too - perona would berate him, but patch him back up, and zoro would let her, with the occasional toothless grumblings. she would pretend she wasn't worried about him, and he would pretend that he didn't care if she was.
he had noticed, however. she didn't need to - this path was his decision, and she shouldn't bear the weight of his decision. it was why he never let on the actual toll his training took on his body, his own misguided form of protection. ]
Quit calling me stupid.
[ there was probably an easier way to do this, he realized belatedly. zoro nodded his head in the direction of his shirt. ]
no subject
his head dropped back to rest against the stone, relaxing his shoulders as she looked him over. this part had become routine now too - perona would berate him, but patch him back up, and zoro would let her, with the occasional toothless grumblings. she would pretend she wasn't worried about him, and he would pretend that he didn't care if she was.
he had noticed, however. she didn't need to - this path was his decision, and she shouldn't bear the weight of his decision. it was why he never let on the actual toll his training took on his body, his own misguided form of protection. ]
Quit calling me stupid.
[ there was probably an easier way to do this, he realized belatedly. zoro nodded his head in the direction of his shirt. ]
You want me to take this off?