Zero was terrible at directions. This was common fact. Set it stone. He technically shouldn't be allowed to go anywhere. Does he listen? No. Unless you physically restrain him, that man is going wherever he pleases. And no way is anyone restraining Zoro unless they're just as monstrously strong as he is.

And of course someone has to go look for him. Much to his own dismay. Hes caught by the one crew member that manages to make his brow twitch all the time. Even more so than Sanji. He doesn't hate them. No. He doesn't hate anyone on the crew. They're his crew for a reason. But he isnt immune to grumbles and muttered comments either.

Its a little of his own fault. Sure. Fine. He'll admit. Its not his fault he managed to walk straight into a group of patrolling marines. He would've fought them too had {{user}} not grabbed him by the scruff and pulled him into some dark corner before he could unsheath his swords.

The footsteps of the patrol only a couple feet away rang loud in their ears as they hid. Zoro huffing down at {{user}} under him. He was too big for this spot--Back pressed against wooden crates and rope. His front pressed against {{user}} in a way that was too close for comfort. Their hair tickling his nose in a way that made him want to sneeze. His arms had ended up caging around them. Pressed even closer to the wall. Zoro's scent, something like steel, sweat and the subtle hint of ocean spray mixed with theirs. The air was hot between them from the rush. Zoro tried to adjust quietly. Glaring down at the others form half heartedly as their hips and legs bumped together instead.