( Zoro doesn't want to put a label on the tight feeling that's been in his chest since he left the game and simply couldn't find G'raha... but more emotionally evolved people might say he's missed him. )
[ Zoro should count himself lucky that G'raha has experience with the advanced (ancient) technology of his home world, but at least the Watch isn't rude about him taking time to swipe through menus and submenus galore until he figures it out, at which point the location is sent the other man's way. ]
Like that?
[ And then he finally stretches and begins the arduous process of clamoring out of a bed much too large to be in alone. ]
( G'raha figured that out so fast. That's his little genius. Or just a genius. Not his? Whatever. Shut up, brain. )
yeah. coming.
( He's sure Nami and Sanji will notice his absence, and he fully plans on explaining later, but for now he leaves them in bed with a kiss on Nami's forehead and complete confidence that she's in good hands with the cook.
G'raha doesn't need to rush to the door, because it takes Zoro an entire half hour to return to the floor they share. )
i'm here.
( He's actually two doors down, but close enough. And he forgot (or didn't care) to put more clothes on, so he's in boxers and an open silk robe. )
G'raha, thankfully, has no idea of the scale of the place outside of his room... all things in time. He finally reads the other message on his watch, the one from the House, but shakes his head faintly at it-- he'll fully figure that out later, once he's less sleep-addled. He eases slowly out of bed and explores what he supposes is his new home, relieved to find at least a book nook, but there could-- should-- certainly be more shelves, piled high with all manner of tomes and scrolls. It's all so advanced, but not in a Garlean Empire way, thank the Twelve.
After finding the bathroom, he does freshen up as best he can without knowing just when Zoro will arrive, though his hair is slightly damp and unbraided by the time the message from the swordsman arrives. He adjusts his strangely fluffy robe, ensuring the belt is in place, and makes a mental note to try and find other clothing in short order.
It takes him a moment to find where the door that exits his suite actually is, and he opens the door only to give a quiet, puzzled sound when Zoro isn't right there. Ah, but of course, the directions... He leans forward and peers to his left, then his right, and smiles to see the man in question.
"Over here," he calls gently, unwilling to rouse anyone else in the vicinity.
Zoro blinks, eyes flitting between the door before him and the one G'raha is peeking out of.
"Oh." He makes a curious expression, because he could've sworn that was the right suite, but nevermind. "Hey, you know, we're neighbors," he says as he steps towards the Miqo'te, calm and casual as ever, like he hasn't been plagued with worry and wondering if G'raha is even real for the last week and a half.
There's a smile on his face as he moves closer and gets a good look at his friend. He immediately notices some things are different, but he waits until the door shuts behind him before lifting a hand to cup the side of G'raha's face. "You're really here." He searches his face intently, as though he can glean if the other man is hale and hearty with a single inspection
He notices the way G'raha's hair is down, too. He thinks it's extra pretty this way, and he brushes his fringe out of his eyes, just because he can. "Your hair is different," he remarks. The white tips are gone. It's strange to think enough time has passed since they'd last seen each other for something like that to change.
G'raha's smile at that first expression that crosses Zoro's face is easy and warm, and he straightens up to his full (if meager) height as the other approaches. "Is that so?" he almost hums, and he takes a half step back so that he's not pressing right up against Zoro when he enters.
But then the door is closed and there's a hand cupping his face, and G'raha can only sigh and lean into it, crimson eyes fluttering closed. He lifts one hand to cover Zoro's hand with his own, the other reaching up so that he can rest it on the other man's shoulder. "And you're really here. Outside of that island."
His eyes open again after the attention to his hair, and he smiles anew. "This is what it normally looks like, I do recall explaining that how I looked in that place was no longer my norm."
Zoro hums in agreement, just watching G'raha's face as his eyes flutter shut. They're both really here. Warmth spreads through him now at the knowledge that his castaway companion is safe. He supposes it would have been better if G'raha disappeared from the resort and returned to his own world, like they say some people that pop up do, but... selfishly, this is the outcome that makes him happy. He would have been doomed to wonder if he was ever real otherwise.
This is what it normally looks like.
The hand covering his own...Zoro blinks, taking it in both of his to turn around and inspect. "Your hand," he remarks, and he can't believe he didn't notice it before his hair. "Your whole arm..." His fingertips start pushing up G'raha's sleeve like he needs to feel it for himself.
"You're soft all over now." He grins at his friend, a hint of something mischievous in his voice. He cups G'raha's face with both hands this time, pulling him closer to press a soft, fond greeting against his lips.
There's something about the simple act of feeling Zoro's hand against his cheek that brings G'raha almost indescribable joy, to experience the real warmth and roughness of his skin... It makes him a touch weak in the knees. He laughs softly, warmly at the way his hand is inspected, only to shiver at the way the touch moves upward.
And he opens his mouth to say something in response, but then both of Zoro's beautiful hands are on him again, drawing him in close, for their first real kiss-- did it count if it was inside of that real-but-not-real place? He would be more than happy to make up for all of them, and all the time they'd lost with him sleeping off his experiences from his first few days in this strange locale.
He gives a soft, trilling sound and arches up into the kiss, the hand that had been on Zoro's shoulder sliding in to cup the side of his neck, the fingers of his other hand delicately carding through the taller man's hair.
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that's your own room. we all get one.
sounds like a nice place. do you like it?
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Though I admit, I am still in the extremely large, comfortable bed.
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...that's good. be comfortable.
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It... would be more comfortable with you here.
[ G'raha hasn't even gotten out of bed or explored the space yet, but he had grown used to cuddling close at night. ]
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send me your location?
using the watch.
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Like that?
[ And then he finally stretches and begins the arduous process of clamoring out of a bed much too large to be in alone. ]
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yeah. coming.
( He's sure Nami and Sanji will notice his absence, and he fully plans on explaining later, but for now he leaves them in bed with a kiss on Nami's forehead and complete confidence that she's in good hands with the cook.
G'raha doesn't need to rush to the door, because it takes Zoro an entire half hour to return to the floor they share. )
i'm here.
( He's actually two doors down, but close enough. And he forgot (or didn't care) to put more clothes on, so he's in boxers and an open silk robe. )
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After finding the bathroom, he does freshen up as best he can without knowing just when Zoro will arrive, though his hair is slightly damp and unbraided by the time the message from the swordsman arrives. He adjusts his strangely fluffy robe, ensuring the belt is in place, and makes a mental note to try and find other clothing in short order.
It takes him a moment to find where the door that exits his suite actually is, and he opens the door only to give a quiet, puzzled sound when Zoro isn't right there. Ah, but of course, the directions... He leans forward and peers to his left, then his right, and smiles to see the man in question.
"Over here," he calls gently, unwilling to rouse anyone else in the vicinity.
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"Oh." He makes a curious expression, because he could've sworn that was the right suite, but nevermind. "Hey, you know, we're neighbors," he says as he steps towards the Miqo'te, calm and casual as ever, like he hasn't been plagued with worry and wondering if G'raha is even real for the last week and a half.
There's a smile on his face as he moves closer and gets a good look at his friend. He immediately notices some things are different, but he waits until the door shuts behind him before lifting a hand to cup the side of G'raha's face. "You're really here." He searches his face intently, as though he can glean if the other man is hale and hearty with a single inspection
He notices the way G'raha's hair is down, too. He thinks it's extra pretty this way, and he brushes his fringe out of his eyes, just because he can. "Your hair is different," he remarks. The white tips are gone. It's strange to think enough time has passed since they'd last seen each other for something like that to change.
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But then the door is closed and there's a hand cupping his face, and G'raha can only sigh and lean into it, crimson eyes fluttering closed. He lifts one hand to cover Zoro's hand with his own, the other reaching up so that he can rest it on the other man's shoulder. "And you're really here. Outside of that island."
His eyes open again after the attention to his hair, and he smiles anew. "This is what it normally looks like, I do recall explaining that how I looked in that place was no longer my norm."
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This is what it normally looks like.
The hand covering his own...Zoro blinks, taking it in both of his to turn around and inspect. "Your hand," he remarks, and he can't believe he didn't notice it before his hair. "Your whole arm..." His fingertips start pushing up G'raha's sleeve like he needs to feel it for himself.
"You're soft all over now." He grins at his friend, a hint of something mischievous in his voice. He cups G'raha's face with both hands this time, pulling him closer to press a soft, fond greeting against his lips.
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And he opens his mouth to say something in response, but then both of Zoro's beautiful hands are on him again, drawing him in close, for their first real kiss-- did it count if it was inside of that real-but-not-real place? He would be more than happy to make up for all of them, and all the time they'd lost with him sleeping off his experiences from his first few days in this strange locale.
He gives a soft, trilling sound and arches up into the kiss, the hand that had been on Zoro's shoulder sliding in to cup the side of his neck, the fingers of his other hand delicately carding through the taller man's hair.