[She was tired. She was worn out. She was grateful as all hell to have Vivi helping so much with the restaurant. As the last person left, she was closing out a till and looking over the cash, only to pause as Zoro approached.]
[No preamble, just a demand of explanation. He looked serious, though she couldn't give him any answer other then:]
It's a cloth. Black. [She looked back to the money, thumbing through it to count but still talking.] Looks like one of your bandanas.
[Had one of the workers used it as a rag? Gross. She hoped not.]
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Date: 2011-04-05 07:26 am (UTC)[No preamble, just a demand of explanation. He looked serious, though she couldn't give him any answer other then:]
It's a cloth. Black. [She looked back to the money, thumbing through it to count but still talking.] Looks like one of your bandanas.
[Had one of the workers used it as a rag? Gross. She hoped not.]