'I know you don't want to see me today of all days but I brought some flowers for her grave. Nothing too flashy since I don't think your friend would had wanted ones that were colorful....' ( to Zoro since it's Kuina's birthday 9/17 ).
There were very few days in which his tolerance for any sort of antic or hassling for a fight were second to none. An attitude that is short with others, and even shorter to a marine. Yet, he doesn't lash to bite, seeing the flowers presented to him. Furrowed brows lighten, gaze softening as he gives a nod. They were far from the East Blue, but that didn't mean he couldn't build something in remembrance while he still could.
A small shrine was made in her honor. Small, lit candles in a small area, away from his crew to be at his lonesome with her. Where a picture usually rested was Wado itself in her place. Her sword. The one he carries by his side and protects with his life. Never letting it grow dull nor chipped in all the fights he's been through. Before it lay a small bowl, with incense lit.
And now, a bouquet of flowers.
"Thanks," he says after all the silence, "I don't know what sort of flowers she liked, but," he glances down at the flowers, "seems like they would fit her."
"...She might've liked you. Seeing another swordswoman in the world. Would have totally kicked your ass though." With a soft snort, he kneels back down in front of the shrine and places his hands together. "I'll be here for a while. If you plan on fighting me, wait until tomorrow, alright?"
@shiigures || unprompted (kuina's birthday)
