[Sees where Zoro is headed and stops short several feet away, a weird feeling spiking through his chest. He hovers there uncertainly for a moment, wanting to say something but suddenly fearing that he might sound too needy or some shit.
Which doesn't mix well with his current...form. There's an annoying urge to overcompensate for looking like a girl by acting like a MANLY MAN because he is a man, dammit, and he doesn't feel vulnerable or need Zoro by his side or any of that, nope, he's fine.
Totally fine.]
...Alright.
[But he still doesn't know what to do with himself. He eyes his own hammock, but it looks lonely and empty and sad and crawling into it by himself seems strange and jarring when Zoro is such a short distance away. After a beat, he turns toward his locker, pushing a hand through his hair and thinking he could probably smoke like eighteen shitty cigarettes right now so maybe he'll just go hole himself up in the galley or something.
He needs out of this shitty shirt first, though, so he claws at the buttons and then shrugs out of it, his movements jerky. For once in his life, he doesn't want to see any goddamn boobs, so he avoids looking down and instead yanks on the first t-shirt he can find.
It's tighter than he'd like, but fuck it. He'll steal one of Zoro's later, he's got broader shoulders so maybe it'll be a little looser. Then he grabs a pack of smokes and slams the locker door shut, harder than he'd intended, and turns to head outside.]
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Which doesn't mix well with his current...form. There's an annoying urge to overcompensate for looking like a girl by acting like a MANLY MAN because he is a man, dammit, and he doesn't feel vulnerable or need Zoro by his side or any of that, nope, he's fine.
Totally fine.]
...Alright.
[But he still doesn't know what to do with himself. He eyes his own hammock, but it looks lonely and empty and sad and crawling into it by himself seems strange and jarring when Zoro is such a short distance away. After a beat, he turns toward his locker, pushing a hand through his hair and thinking he could probably smoke like eighteen shitty cigarettes right now so maybe he'll just go hole himself up in the galley or something.
He needs out of this shitty shirt first, though, so he claws at the buttons and then shrugs out of it, his movements jerky. For once in his life, he doesn't want to see any goddamn boobs, so he avoids looking down and instead yanks on the first t-shirt he can find.
It's tighter than he'd like, but fuck it. He'll steal one of Zoro's later, he's got broader shoulders so maybe it'll be a little looser. Then he grabs a pack of smokes and slams the locker door shut, harder than he'd intended, and turns to head outside.]