27 Marimo and the Gorilla

"Kudos to you guys for making a sound decision at least, even if that decision is kind of annoying for me." Daz said, while looking at Zoro with a look that both spoke of amusement and exasperation.

Zoro on the other hand ruffled his left hand through his unruly green hair while a small yawn slipped past his lips, leaving his eyes a little moist as a consequence.

"Tough luck big guy." Was the only response Daz got however, which caused the man to chuckle quietly to himself.

"Why though were you the one chosen I wonder?" Daz clearly was enjoying poking fun at the other man, who had apparently understood well enough what had been left unspoken in that last question, hence the small tick mark that came alive above Zoro's right eyebrow.

"Ye ye, very funny. You got any more hilarious jokes stowed away? I'm practically dying to hear them if you hadn't noticed yet." It would have taken a true moron to not notice the heavy note of sarcasm that was tinging that statement, and Daz wanted more of that apparently.

Feigning being hurt, Daz scrunched up his face and held his right hand to his heart as if he had been hurt by Zoro. "So cruel! Why must thy be so harsh with mine tender soul, oh mighty warrior!"

Daz intoned dramatically, and silence was all that he received as an answer for a few seconds, Zoro being completely stunned by the walking personification of idiocy he had been chosen to guard until further notice, until the silence was broken with Daz guffawing in a rather grand fashion, leaving Zoro feeling like he had been trolled pretty badly.

Obviously Daz didn't really take Zoro seriously at all and it began to grate on the disciplined fencer's nerves something fierce to be treated with such sarcastic disregard and decided to take the opportunity by the tail.

"You wanna spar, Gorilla?" was the only thing Zoro said and by the looks of it Daz hadn't been taunting Zoro only for the hell of it, even if that seemed to have been the major intent behind the man's mockery.

"Thought you would never ask. What took you? You scared, little Marimo? Did the poor Marimo lose his will to fight? Buhuhu, whatever shall the little Marimo do? ~" Daz began to mock/sing at Zoro, while the two could faintly hear the slightly supressed guffaws of Sanji out of the kitchen from two doors down, who had obviously been ears dropping into their conversation.

"Shut up love-cook! Go back to your serenades and poetry before I'll dunk them into your gross stew you've been stowing over the last few hours!" Zoro suddenly grit out/yelled down the corridor, to which the door to the kitchen was promptly ripped open and Sanji's inflated head was the only thing that poked out of it, already scrunched up in a rather comical fashion if Daz had anything to say about it.

"What would you know about poetry? You metal stick loving barbarian! You better watch your dirty mouth, Marimo, or I'll come over and clean it out for you! God knows you could use a shower for once in your life time!" Sanji replied while waving his hand around before his scrunched-up nose, while his voice had taken on a haughty and truthfully hilarious quality that sent Daz nearly over the edge, who was having a field day observing the two morons bickering amongst themselves.

"Maybe I'll do exactly that, you shitty pervert!" Zoro responded, and the reply came right after.

"Then stop talking and get over here, shitty Marimo!" However, before Zoro could actually go through with his rather hilariously pathetic attempt at intimidation, two pantries came sailing down the corridor, thrown like a curved baseball, which even managed to twist around the door in some unfathomable miracle, and struck both men square in the face with such a force they faceplanted into the floor immediately. Hard.

"You good down there, Marimo? I would hate to lose my only good verbal sparring partner in crime so soon after he has started his holy duty of guarding my evil person from doing whatever evil I'm supposed to be doing." Daz then said, while slightly bending over the softly groaning form of the near ko'ed Zoro, whose only response was some mumbled sentence that made no sense whatsoever to Daz, which the man took as an excuse to instead go amuse himself somewhere else, or until Zoro was lucid enough so they could finally get that spar on the road.

Gods it felt good to be a gangster at times…

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"Soooo, you wanna go first or shall I?" Daz asked while standing opposite of Zoro who clearly had some frustrations to work of, considering he had a number of tick marks all over his forehead from the earlier fiasco down by the kitchen.

Biting down on his most precious possession, and gripping the other two tightly in each hand, Zoro only grunted before rushing at Daz who only smiled amusedly.

"You then, I suppose." And then Zoro was already upon Daz, who pulled out his hands from his pockets and began to bob and weave in and out of Zoro's cuts, which seemingly made the man only madder, as his strokes became all that much more furious.

It was hilarious really, how little the man could control his temper, but this was a spar so Daz supposed it was alright to let loose a little before starting to work on one's improvement for real. So, he let the man have his venting and just kept on weaving out of the way of each cut.

On and on Zoro kept slashing and after what felt like an eternity to Daz the man seemingly tired at least a little bit while all of the tick marks had finally fully disappeared from his forehead as well.

"You better now, Marimo?" Daz thus asked, to which Zoro grunted in response before answering.

"Never been better, Gorilla. Now let's go." And once again Zoro was upon him, with Daz still wondering why the hell he was being called a Gorilla, but he had had worse nicknames in the past so what did it matter to him really. Better than bowling ball by a long shot at least. He wasn't going bald damnit! This was his preferred haircut!

A slash came from above, which Daz avoided by slightly turning his torso, only to be followed up by another slash of the other side that would have bisected him at the stomach. Thus, Daz did what he always did when confronted with an attack that seemed way to boring to his eyes, meaning he escalated just a little.

Suddenly Zoro found himself imbedded in the room's wooden walls, which only remained standing due to being forged from the hardest wood the world had to offer. The force though still sent the man wheezing.

"Ups, sorry for that. You alright there, Marimo?" Daz thus asked, though he couldn't really be bothered to pretend being actually concerned for the man, as he really didn't give much of a damn for much of anything these days and lived mostly for shit and giggles right now. With a few exceptions of course, but those were besides the point.

"Y-Ye, just peachy. Let's go again!" Zoro wheezed out before coming to slightly shaking legs, after which he rushed Daz once more.

In that fashion the two continued, while one tried to actually do something and improve while the other was so bored out of his mind that he would practically anything for killing some time right then and there, until the sun began to set over on the horizon and the wind that had formerly playfully swished through the masts and sails to calm down and go to sleep itself so to speak.

Evening had arrived, the day had come officially to an end, which had been the introduction to a routine that would keep the both of them sane in the next few days until they would finally arrive at their destination. The Sabaody Archipelago.