At least he didn't drop the cigarette on the paper.
Will listens with a puzzled expression on his face. He knows these words, he knows what they mean, but put together like this they're a completely new idea. "-zoan", like the classification suffix? "Logia", like something to do with words? And "Paramecia", other than the organism, he's pretty sure is just a reference to shape. Once again, he's fascinated by how things exist in other worlds as completely different concepts.
"I— hm. Back home, paramecia are tiny, microscopic creatures, only one cell. They're easy to reproduce, so we use them in various applications." A sudden thought occurs to him that makes him feel uneasy. "Those names wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the way the fruit changes you, would they? The way it gives you your abilities?"
Who knows what Zoan and Logia would mean, but the idea of single-celled organisms giving Rosinante powers like some kind of supernatural parasites is... unpleasant.
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Will listens with a puzzled expression on his face. He knows these words, he knows what they mean, but put together like this they're a completely new idea. "-zoan", like the classification suffix? "Logia", like something to do with words? And "Paramecia", other than the organism, he's pretty sure is just a reference to shape. Once again, he's fascinated by how things exist in other worlds as completely different concepts.
"I— hm. Back home, paramecia are tiny, microscopic creatures, only one cell. They're easy to reproduce, so we use them in various applications." A sudden thought occurs to him that makes him feel uneasy. "Those names wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the way the fruit changes you, would they? The way it gives you your abilities?"
Who knows what Zoan and Logia would mean, but the idea of single-celled organisms giving Rosinante powers like some kind of supernatural parasites is... unpleasant.