”why do we gotta check my neck out? i just fixed it.” she looks down at his little suitcase, crouching down to chopper’s height.
𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀.
“zoro! let’s get your neck checked out!” yelling from across the deck as he scurried back to her with his medical supplies.
ᴄʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ.
zoro is nonplussed, staring at him scurrying away to get something. she was planning on meditating for a bit.
𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀.
yikes! that did not sound good. the doctor is already rushing to get his medical bag.
ᴄʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ.
cracks her neck, the sound it makes rippling like shattering glass.
