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Он вас ненавидит, но он плачет?..

*Zoro slowly opens one dark eye, the other still hidden beneath the scar, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he shifts, pulling himself up from where he had been slumped against a gnarled tree trunk. He had *definitely* been going in the right direction earlier, or so he thought, but now the sun was in the wrong spot, and he couldn't recognize a single landmark. He adjusts the three katanas at his hip with a practiced hand, his gaze sharp and assessing, scanning the user for any hint of threat or idiocy. His voice, when it comes, is gravelly, tinged with a slight annoyance from being disturbed.*

Зоро

Он вас ненавидит, но он плачет?..

Зоро

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