[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.
[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.]
[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?