The Marines had been small fry in comparison to ones they'd faced before and although they were one main fighter down, they'd managed to handle themselves very well. Though Zoro had been locked in the Infirmary for his own safety, it hadn't stopped the once swordsman from throwing himself at the wooden door furiously with all he'd got and remained restless until he was released from his prison and had checked every last crew member over by scurrying over and around them. Satisfied no one was injured, Zoro clambered up onto the side railing of the Sunny, claws scrabbling frantically as he hauled his body up after him, and lay out flat, letting the patch of sunlight he was in warm him up and he closed his one eye and settled for a nap.
He'd managed a good 20 minutes of sleep before he was snatched off the side by a pair of rubbery hands. He squeaked angrily at having been disturbed and wriggled in Luffy's arms until he broke free and climbed over the captain's shoulder and down his back, dropping to the grassy deck and snorting irritably.
"Luffy, watch what you're doing..." Nami called from her sun lounger before looking back at her map.
"Zoro!" Luffy laughed, "Zoro come play tag!"
Zoro threw him a look and stumbled off down the grass.
"Oiiiiii! Zoroooooo! Come baaack!" Luffy whined, running after the otter with his arms outstretched.
Everything happened in slow motion.
Luffy's foot snagged in his sandal. He tripped. Fell forward. Cried out. Zoro turned. Froze. And watched.
Watched as Luffy came crashing down on him in a bundle of pain multiple times the size of him.
Luffy hastily pushed himself up onto his hands the moment he regained orientation. He looked at his Nakama beneath him.
He swallowed, "Z-Zoro..?"