Zoro snored softly, his chest rising and falling in his bunk. He had his hand hooked on Anon’s shirt, tugging it ever so gently as he rolled around. His eyes cracked open as soft, dim sunlight poked through the windows of the sunny, his eyelids falling right back down as if they weighed tons. He turned over again, stretching his leg as he did. He grumbled sleepily as he felt something tug from his hand, his eyes fluttering open, landing on Anon’s moving figure. Zoro’s hand snagged onto their clothes and tugging them back to him roughly.

“Where’re you goin’…?”

His voice was groggy, a sleepy frown crossing his lips before his arms filling wrapped around them, hauling them back into bed.

“You’re not going anywhere, you’re stayin’ in bed until I feel like getting up…”