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[askkidandzoro-blog]

Listen to little, ugly me! Succumb to his charm!

Zoro’s not quite into reading, so I went and checked out those fics. Guess, I’m going to have some nice reading night today~ ... And you should do so, too!

Here, have some links:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1124802

http://archiveofourown.org/users/leenahanwoo/pseuds/leenahanwoo

(Kid Mod: Really, do me the favour. Go read! As fanfic writer I know how very hard it is to get just a little bit of support!)

[askkidandzoro-blog]

Hello there. Kid answering. And thanks. You’re cool. ;)

Of course I can only speak for myself, but there is indeed a song I really, really LOVE to play. >:D

Maybe because I wrote it myself? Maybe because it always bugs Zoro and Law when I start to plunk the intro? Well, decide it for yourself.

(Mod warning: Somewhat crappy fanfic incoming!)

120 Rockin' Rolls

Calm autumn evenings had always been Law's favourite. Summer's blazing heat and the ever so distracting daylight finally were gone, having been replaced by darkness peeking through window panes and peaceful silence. He valued silence. Sometimes he needed it just as fish needed the water.

Then again - what could be even better than silence?

Exactly. Silence, a cup of coffee and a good read. In Law's case the latter one being several books about the human nervous system. Unlike many he actually loved to study and - as long as it was an interesting topic - he would spend hours and hours on it without even noticing how time flew by.

In fact he had become completely absorbed by taking notes. Everything seemed so important: Illustrations of neurons, synapses’ way of functioning, the locations of Nervus femoralis, Nervus saphenus, Nervus suralis....

"Turning it up like you always do! Head to toe covered in tattoos!"

"Jeez...", Law sighed, somewhat startled by Sonic Syndicate quite literally unnerving him. He hated answering phone calls. So, after a long discussion, his bullhead of a boyfriend finally had agreed to only text him. As a compromise Law had let him choose whatever sound would be playing when Kid wrote him a message. That is how he ended up with this song now, which never failed to make him wince in shock.

He took his phone from the desk and looked at its display.

Drowning in rolls. P.S: Bring huge paper bags.

It certainly was not what he had expected. Especially that late in the evening. On the other hand though he felt as if he should have known it. Kid was all about things one would not expect. It really should not be that much of a surprise to him anymore.

“Well, then let’s go and see what those two are up to this time“, he mumbled to himself with another sigh. Studying was all well and good, but according to many genius heads breaks were just as important. So Law got up, drank the last sip of coffee and then left his room.

Downstairs a quick look into the living room revealed that it was occupied by his sister Lamy only.

“I’m over at Kid and Zoro’s“, he informed her while putting on some shoes, “Just tell grandma I might be not coming home ‘til tomorrow.“

That said he took his keys and left the house.

It was just a short walk across the street and through autumn’s windy cold, finally he reached the shared home of his two band colleagues. A small bungalow which actually was an eyesore due to flaking grey paint and a moss-covered roof. Additionally the narrow strip of lawn in front of it was a mess as always. Neither one of them seemed to be much into gardening.

Luckily Law did not care about the shabby outer appearance anyway. To speak the truth he rarely cared about things he was not directly involved with. He just rung the doorbell and waited.

Although there was no waiting.

The same moment he withdrew his hand the door was violently torn open and Kid’s amber eyes glared at him.

“And where are the paper bags?“, he complained.

“You’ve been seri...?“

“Fuckin’ serious! Or did you see any smileys in that message?“

Law frowned, but decided to come in despite Kid behaving like a jerk. After all he needed to satisfy his growing nosiness and Kid... well... he was just Kid. Behaving like a jerk came to him naturally.

“Fuckin’ serious. I see“, with a calm voice Law closed the door behind himself, “Shouldn’t you be drowned dead by now, then?“

He pulled Kid close for a rough peck on his lips, then with a tiny smile he added: “You seem rather alive to me.“

Immediately Kid started to grin.

“Barely“, he laughed, “Come on. I show you what I meant. That mouldy idiot really has it overdone this time.“

He dragged Law along into the kitchen, where they both stopped at the entrance; Kid with crossed arms and Law rendered speechless.

Usually Zoro could be found either sleeping or lifting weights. Sometimes he plainly sat in front of the TV while drinking beer. But standing in the kitchen dressed in an apron and diligently kneading dough had never been part of his normal behaviour. That is... until now.

To top things off, everything - from the table to the fruit bowl (which was overly happy to contain something else than dust for a change) - was covered in bread rolls. They were flooding the sink, occupying a whole army of bowls and pots and even the fridge was like screaming “don’t open me unless you want an unpleasant funeral.“ Meanwhile the oven did its best to increase the mass of freshly baked pastry even further.

Eventually Law regained his voice.

“What exactly are you two morons doing here?"

"We?", Kid snarled, “We don’t do a fuckin’ thing. This is all Zoro’s mess alone.“

“But why?“

“Practicing“, Zoro huffed as he was keeping focus on his work, “The cook said I can’t keep my job if I’m not even able to get the shape of bread rolls right.“

“Obviously Sanji wasn’t too happy with his dimwitted apprentice and this shit is what I came home to.“

Kid made an expansive gesture with one of his arms.

“Those rolls look right enough to me“, Law eyed them cautiously, “Don’t you think you’re taking this too far, Zoro?“

“See? That’s exactly what I was talking about in my message! We’re drowning in rolls!“

Making a theatrical face Kid picked up one of the rolls, holding it away from himself as if it was about to come alive and devour the whole city every moment.

“Drooowning!“

The next second he handed it to Law.

“Want a bite?“

“Nah. You know I hate stuff like that.“

“Now, would you two just shut up already!“, seriously angered Zoro had spun around and now glared at them with indignant eyes, “I need to concentrate! No smartass comments! No fooling around! No sneaking through the kitchen! And last but not least - Kid - no singing!“

He turned back to his dough, grumbling things to himself like “still not good enough“, “need more flour“ and “goin’ to show that stupid cook.“

Law and Kid exchanged meaningful looks, shrugged and finally went over to the living room. Watching Zoro bustling about in the kitchen was not all that interesting anyway.

“Singing?“, the suspicion in Law’s voice was speaking for itself as he sat down on the armchair, “Don’t tell me....“

For one moment Kid stared blankly at him. In his mouth half of the aforementioned bread roll and his brain hardworking. Then suddenly his face lit up and he quickly gulped down the dry pastry preventing him from speaking. He threw the leftovers onto the coffee table wildly gesturing.

“Oh! Yes, I did that! Zoro was so pissed off! Hehe, but the whole situation just begged for musical backdrop! Refrain’s already finished!“

“Refrain is... what? Please, no....“

Law sighed deeply as Kid disappeared full of enthusiasm in order to fetch his bass guitar. There never came any good from Kid writing songs. In the best case they consisted of grammatically incorrect, arhythmic sentences forged at the brink of an all too absent-minded moment and dull, simple bass lines. In the worst case they reached a whole new level of annoying catchiness.

By no means prepared for what was about to come Law watched in fear how Kid returned and took a seat on the couch. Widely grinning the redhead fiddled around with the tuning pegs, finally he said: “You need to listen to this! I insist! It’s the best goddamn refrain I ever wrote!“

He strummed a few single notes.

“I’ll call this: 120 Rockin’ Rolls!“

And then he started to sing. Or at least something like that.

Law had never understood why someone with an actually decent voice would ruin the very same by simply not even trying to sound decent. He knew that Kid could sing. A bit nasal and hoarse sounding maybe, but top-notch at screaming or growling. What he was presenting right at the moment however was yelling at best. Somehow it reminded of little children fighting over whose voice was the loudest.

"120 rockin' rolls! What to do with them? 120 rockin' rolls! Eat them and explode! 120 rockin' rolls! We can only drown! Drown! Drown! In them!”

The bass guitar fell silent with a last twanging sound, after that Kid looked up at Law in joyful anticipation.

There was no word spoken. For three agonizing seconds.

“That...“, Law said bluntly as always, “...was horrible.“

“You.. what?”

“Awful.“

“Come on!“

“Sickening.“

“You are sickening!“

“What else did you expect from me? It’s a song about bread rolls.“

“You! I’m going to-!“

“SHUT UP!“

The last one had been Zoro yelling at them from over at the kitchen door.

“I said ‘no singing’ loud and clearly!“

A lonely bread roll flew across the room, hit Kid’s spiky head and finally landed on the floor with a soft thud. At least now they knew what to do with them. Although some people might say that there are better missiles than bread rolls.

***

It was late at night and the autumn winds were howling outside the house, rustling through branches and leaves. While the cold crept along the dusty carpet and up to the bed, it never reached Law. One simply could not be cold, lying close to a beefy idiot boyfriend. Sure, they only had one single blanket to share, but Law did not mind and neither did Kid. As the latter was fast asleep already.

One arm wrapped around Kid’s waist Law had chosen to stay awake a little while longer, listening to the ambient noises slowly fading away. Until there was nothing left than his highly valued silence.

Yes, he loved silence. He needed it as fish needed the water. But this time - something was awfully off.

“Fuck it, Kid“, he punched the broad chest next to him, “That song is a goddamn earworm.“

That said he rolled over, taking every inch of the blanket with him.

[askkidandzoro-blog]

Kid alone at home - Post No. 6

First part of the answer: http://askkidandzoro.tumblr.com/post/149667047767/kid-alone-at-home-post-no-3

Second part: http://askkidandzoro.tumblr.com/post/149703238712/kid-alone-at-home-post-no-4

Third part: http://askkidandzoro.tumblr.com/post/149749245047/kid-alone-at-home-post-no-5

For a very long time we were missing a decent guitarist. Of course I am able to play the guitar a bit, but I don’t even satisfy my own expectations. I just have more fun with the bass and it shows.

Then - after long years of hating him - I somehow ended up dating that little emo shit from across the street. And holy crap, he’s a genius when it comes to playing the guitar!

Oh, come on, Law! Don’t give us that grumpy look!

Anyway... despite his taste for dark music he really is what our band was searching for. And too damn cute for his own sake! Just look at that... ass!

...

Okay, I can’t hold back any longer!

*picks Law up*

See ya next time! This ask is finally completely answered!

*carries Law away into the bedroom*

[askkidandzoro-blog]

Kid alone at home - Post No. 5

First part of the answer: http://askkidandzoro.tumblr.com/post/149667047767/kid-alone-at-home-post-no-3

Second part: http://askkidandzoro.tumblr.com/post/149703238712/kid-alone-at-home-post-no-4

Actually it’s Zoro’s fault that Sanji’s our lead singer now. If those two idiots hadn’t started dating, we still would play garage punk to ourselves.

Quite the pop rock bitch he is... if you ask me. But yes, his voice is great. That’s a fact I can’t deny.

And the girls love him.

Maybe because he’s the oldest one of us? Or is it simply his fashion ass style and attitude?

Gah, don’t care, what it is! At least I can clearly say that he’s the main reason for our music being more grungy than before. And one of the reasons why we finally got a record deal. Can’t even hate him for that.

Well, that makes three band members. All that’s left to introduce is our latest addition.

See ya tomorrow!

[askkidandzoro-blog]

Kid alone at home - Post No. 4

Find the first part of the answer here: http://askkidandzoro.tumblr.com/post/149667047767/kid-alone-at-home-post-no-3

And then let’s continue with Zoro, shall we?

Yes, he’s our drummer. Quite talented one, too. He prefers to play with three drumsticks instead of two.

Our influences clash quite a bit, but not too much, since I can cope with most of his old school metal and hardcore stuff. Eventually we agreed on playing something between garage punk and grunge. Which is quite interesting I think.

Back then, when there were only the two of us, me singing had never been the best idea. Especially when the only instruments we had were a drum kit and a bass guitar. Nobody except us would like to hear us play. Pity, huh?

That’s why nowadays there are two more band members. Actually finding them took us a while. But let me continue this tomorrow....

[askkidandzoro-blog]

Kid alone at home - Post No. 3

Well, first of all - thanks for liking our blog. You’re cool, duh. ;)

And what do you say? Bassists don’t get much love?

Come on! Only the hottest play the bass!

And that’s why I do, too. ;)

I’m the background singer as well, I have to say. Sanji’s not capable of growling, so that’s my job.

As one can surely see, when it comes to the music I prefer to play, I’m heavily influenced by genres like cyber- and steampunk, electronic metal, scifi rock and whatever you may call it. It doesn’t sit well with the rest of the band (especially Sanji), so... they at least have to deal with my clothing style.

That’s it for today. Tomorrow I’m going to introduce another band member.

Stay tuned!

[askkidandzoro-blog]

Took me a while to get the full story out of Zoro that day. Not my fault that this shithead has the worst hangovers I’ve ever seen.

Looks like I owe his buddy Luffy a break dance battle.

Fuck that shit! I CAN’T even break dance!

Lucky for me Zoro can’t remember the set time for the battle. So... I guess it’ll never happen anyway....

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