— Look, Usopp. I don't care if you're hungover. If you're gonna work out with me so you can get, uh — big, then you have to follow my routine with me.
( zoro certainly talks a big game for someone who also might be a little hungover from the amount of brightly colored fruity cocktails he was throwing back at the party last night, but he's one for keeping his promises — especially when it comes to his daily training regimen. honestly, he's kind of glad for the silly pink-and-gold kitty mask still stuck to his face, because at least it maybe helps hide the dark circles beneath his eyes. it still looks like night outside, the moon still lingering in the sky before the sun can even think about rising, and there's the nip of a chill in the air — the season's changing, after all. with a groan, he does a lunge to stretch out one leg and then the other.
standing on one foot with the other leg bent and held that way for a frankly stupid amount of time, he raises an eyebrow: ) C'mon, you have to stretch first or you're gonna hate me even more after.
[ A knock at Usopp’s door alerts him to the presence of one Rosie Balfour, who leans up against the nearby wall very casually, looking at him through hooded, heavily eyelinered eyes. ]
Hey. I thought you were pretty cool in November.
[ Wordlessly, she hands him a wrapped package, containing a luxury brand named cashmere sweater. Surprise — it’s actually a plot coin! Enjoy! ]
[ Dawn really doesn't know Usopp much at all beyond their single network conversation so far, but he just seems like someone who could use a little extra attention this Christmas. Why not!
She drops off a little basket by her door on Christmas Eve, containing a small wrapped parcel with about half a dozen reindeer-shaped gingerbread cookies, some local goods she probably picked up at the marketplace (such as a jar of honey, a bag of saltwater taffy, and an oversize peppermint-and-marshmallow candy cane), plus a hand-knitted pom-pom beanie and gloves. A sparkly card dangles off a red ribbon tied to the basket, bordered with silver, gold, and pink glitter around words written in pink gel-pen:
Merry Christmas, Mr. Captain Usopp ☺︎ —Love from Dawn Lamb
(Complete with a miniature candy-cane taped to the bottom of the card.) ]
[The gift comes wrapped meticulously in paper that, while not strictly holiday-themed is nevertheless very appropriate, considering who it’s from. The gift is inside, nestled in pale blue tissue paper:
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action — the morning after the masquerade
( zoro certainly talks a big game for someone who also might be a little hungover from the amount of brightly colored fruity cocktails he was throwing back at the party last night, but he's one for keeping his promises — especially when it comes to his daily training regimen. honestly, he's kind of glad for the silly pink-and-gold kitty mask still stuck to his face, because at least it maybe helps hide the dark circles beneath his eyes. it still looks like night outside, the moon still lingering in the sky before the sun can even think about rising, and there's the nip of a chill in the air — the season's changing, after all. with a groan, he does a lunge to stretch out one leg and then the other.
standing on one foot with the other leg bent and held that way for a frankly stupid amount of time, he raises an eyebrow: ) C'mon, you have to stretch first or you're gonna hate me even more after.
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delivery 🧂
Hey. I thought you were pretty cool in November.
[ Wordlessly, she hands him a wrapped package, containing a luxury brand named cashmere sweater. Surprise — it’s actually a plot coin! Enjoy! ]
🎀 ❨ fwd-dated to xmas eve! ❩
She drops off a little basket by her door on Christmas Eve, containing a small wrapped parcel with about half a dozen reindeer-shaped gingerbread cookies, some local goods she probably picked up at the marketplace (such as a jar of honey, a bag of saltwater taffy, and an oversize peppermint-and-marshmallow candy cane), plus a hand-knitted pom-pom beanie and gloves. A sparkly card dangles off a red ribbon tied to the basket, bordered with silver, gold, and pink glitter around words written in pink gel-pen: (Complete with a miniature candy-cane taped to the bottom of the card.) ]
🎁 delivery, 12/24
The note, on thick, cream-colored card stock, is in a somewhat wobbly, but earnest hand:]