He normally texts. What he has to say is rarely urgent. It's normally a joke.
Baren calls Zoro early on the morning of the 16th with chattering teeth and a voice that sounds like it's about to snap:]
Get dressed. I need—[god shit damn fuck he needs a lot of things]—to fucking hit something.
[he'll end the call without waiting for an answer and let himself into the apartment space without hesitating anyway. making a beeline for the drawer of his spare clothes, glad that he never bothered to take them away, and he doesn't want to talk about why he looks so obviously pissed off with every single line of his body tense]
He normally texts. What he has to say is rarely urgent. It's normally a joke.
Baren calls Zoro early on the morning of the 16th with chattering teeth and a voice that sounds like it's about to snap:]
Get dressed. I need—[god shit damn fuck he needs a lot of things]—to fucking hit something.
[he'll end the call without waiting for an answer and let himself into the apartment space without hesitating anyway. making a beeline for the drawer of his spare clothes, glad that he never bothered to take them away, and he doesn't want to talk about why he looks so obviously pissed off with every single line of his body tense]