Re: Holding Pens: Noctis
Zoro hadn't come to the auction house intending to purchase a new slave. He and Sanji had just finished settling into their new home, and the restaurant would be opening in less than two weeks. The truth was, he'd be content never to have to own anybody else. But they did need to hire on some temporary labor for opening night, and this was the best place to get a lead on that kind of help, too. He'd just finished talking to one of the auctioneers who was going to see what they had in temps with kitchen and serving experience when he got around to catching up with Sanji.
The one-eyed figure was of a height with the smoking blonde where he came to stand some feet away from him yet, but his chiseled arms folded over his torso were more muscular, wider set, heavily defined under the tight white henley shirt and black pants. Nice, clean, but not fancy, not even the three golden earrings dangling from the man's ear. His short-shorn black hair seemed to bristle, but that was probably just the aura of restrained violence that the wolf radiated.
He didn't move to the cage just yet, or say anything. He just listened, and watched. Staring intently at the boy, to see what Sanji saw.