hands emptied themselves before he could think on it further, blade polished fingers scooping up one of the onigiri and popping it into his mouth.
damn, he was hungry, and these were. . so good. of course. but, as he chewed, he thought. hard. “s— saturday. . ?”
@swirlbrows.bsky.social”don’t you know what today is?” she asks, a hand on her hip. for all her ability to express herself, she’s nearly incapable of applying it to her real feelings.
shifting from one foot to the other, her gaze avoids zoro’s. ”it’s valentine’s day.”