“ look, zoro might not have minded rolling around in the mud but i am not going anywhere near the crops until it stops raining! can’t we just stay inside? drink some tea? we can appreciate how miserable this island is from inside the castle, you know? “ she lets out a long groan, glancing out the window.
perona floats off the ground, clutching her parasol with a frown on her face. isn’t it enough that she helped him till the land at all? she just isn’t built for physical labour! sure, she’ll cook and clean when needed but going out in the rain? that’s taking it too far. she bats her lashes at him, trying to garner some sort of sympathy. perona even goes so far as to summon a couple of hollows, all of which wear the most dismal of expressions. // @goldenirises