( not sure why they can't just make the trek back to the merry, but since he has no clue about the distance they've traveled so far, he's gonna assume nami knows what she's doing. he follows along without a word, staring daggers into the back of the cook's head as he's walking behind him in the hallway. his attempt to look for swords to purchase had ended in failure. he'd snuck off thinking he knew where to go, but somehow he'd ended up in some goddamn forest, so he took a nap instead. by the time he got back to town, he was told the weapons merchant had already left. )

What the hell is this? ( he pushes past the blondie, poking him none too gently on his side with the hilt of his sword as he walks into the room, taking one look at the bed, and at nami having staked a claim on it with her rucksack. yeah, no. he hooks a finger on the strap and gives it a tug, letting it slide off the bed with a heavy thud, and he promptly sits himself down on the edge of the bed, crossing both his arms and his legs together. )

Obviously we're gonna need separate beds. Plus, a futon. ( he hadn't wanted to voice out his demands when nami had requested for a room for them to share, but he thought that would be a given so he'd shut his mouth. now he's wishing he'd given the guy at the counter more than just a death stare after he'd smirked as he gave nami the key. ) And you. ( he tilts his head slightly at the waiter, but he's not really bothering to look at him, not after the petty argument they had earlier. ) What's for dinner?