[by pure coincidence, zoro is stuck in this narrow mirrored hallway with the apparent roger egbert of haunted houses. he watches, completely unimpressed, as the horror snob narrates the tricks as if they weren't already completely obvious. the outside of the damn building looked like a middle schooler's attempt at a mural. what did he expect walking in?
it'd only been five minutes trailing after the guy and zoro was already fed up with both his unwanted guide and the building itself. he was bored, the walls were narrowing and that fucking french accent was getting on his last nerve.
that's when he sees it: the light at the end of the tunnel. or, more specifically, the trapdoor that would lead into the tunnel. no doubt mr. ~*vigilant*~ has seen it too but
well.
zoro bets he didn't expect someone to kick him into the trap from behind.]
Whoops.
[he says, not even trying to mask that his kick to the back was absolutely not a "whoops".]
ii makes up bullshit as to why they're there WHATEVER
it'd only been five minutes trailing after the guy and zoro was already fed up with both his unwanted guide and the building itself. he was bored, the walls were narrowing and that fucking french accent was getting on his last nerve.
that's when he sees it: the light at the end of the tunnel. or, more specifically, the trapdoor that would lead into the tunnel. no doubt mr. ~*vigilant*~ has seen it too but
well.
zoro bets he didn't expect someone to kick him into the trap from behind.]
Whoops.
[he says, not even trying to mask that his kick to the back was absolutely not a "whoops".]