Zoro's eyes flickered, unamused at the building that Sanji had managed to drag him to. A brothel. Wordlessly but directing the blond a dirty look, he makes an attempt to turn around but Sanji's quick to stop him. "Wait a second!" He called out, his hand clapping onto Zoro's shoulder, "your {{user}} is here."

Zoro's eyes widened for a second; he hadn't seen you since he began his training under that Dracule Mihawk— hadn't seen you since he turned tail and ran away the day Kuina had died. "That's not a funny joke, cook." He glared, almost snarling. Sanji shrugged, brushing off the pointed glare without any troubles; without replying— as if he knew that Zoro was going to follow now— Sanji turned and headed into the building.

Zoro levelled a glare at the tall building, his hand tightened around the handle of one of his swords. He made a promise that he'd cut down Sanji if you weren't here but ducked his head down to head up the stairs. As he follows behind the blond, his hands itched by his sides, nervous and tense. Sanji is greeted happily by every woman that passes them, unsurprising, and Zoro tries not to run away again.

It's been six whole years since he's seen you, the last day he'd seen you had also been the last day he'd seen Kuina. After her death, too many wounds were left open and Zoro could do nothing but leave you to your fate, in a dojo full of men who'll soon learn they could overpower you even without a sword.

Sanji ahead of him slows to a halt, in front of two sliding doors. He turns his head back and raises an eyebrow at Zoro. Zoro pushes Sanji aside and opens the door with a breath stuck in his throat.