Zoro stops short, scowling. He twists around, closing the distance between them until their foreheads were just an inch apart. “Hah?” He says rudely, taken aback by the suggestion. A tiny part of him leaned into the idea, wondering what it would feel like to relive his childhood days and traverse +
He wasn’t completely sure if the mosshead was messing with him or not. Should he be angry and going off? Starting a fight? The playful tone, quite frankly, was pissing him off. Grabbing Zoro’s wrist, he leaned into him. “Oh yeah? Maybe you should try it for once!”