[Sort of - he'd walked over in pajamas, apparently not having even bothered to get dressed before he left. His hair's up but it lacks all his accessories. He'll do a full wardrobe change first.]

You know I don't even own a baseball bat to break things with— let's go get baseball bats.

[The batting cages probably aren't even open this early.

Not that that'd stop him, apparently.]

To do what? Hard to find mailboxes out here. We'd have to go to the suburbs or something.

[please specify what they're hitting with baseball bats, baren.]

Mailboxes? Why would—

[Those are innocent families?? No he's just going to shake his head, running a hand through his hair in his aggravation.]

No, we can go to the junkyard again or something after. [he waves a hand and goes to grab the coat that zoro mentioned, shivering briefly before shaking it away] I don't care about the details.

[he just wants to destroy something with his own hands before he causes more ruin emotionally]

Right.

[he just. wants to go somewhere where he can hit things with bats. but he's going without bats.

ok.

luckily there's a single place that could fulfill that need.]

Batting cages down on Chippendales Street sound good?

Perfect.

[he just really isn't fucking picky. he just automatically shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat and huffs out a breath, shaking his head. moody doesn't suit him. bothered doesn't suit him.

but it's hard to shake it.]

[baren's mood is bad enough that zoro prepares himself to pay for a lot of batting sessions. it's not so bad. baren has worse coping mechanisms.]

Alright.

[he leads the way out the door without another word, trusting baren to follow. he continues the silence in the car, allowing baren his space until they pull up and park.]

You gonna need your own cage?

Too much work, let's just get the one.

[They'll find a way to fuck it up or make it more reckless one way or another.]