[for some reason, the usual pang in the center of his chest rushes in at ten times the magnitude, until Zoro starts to think his heart is going to rip itself right out of there. Sanji might even be able to feel the heat radiating off his skin where their bodies press together. His arm tightens, and he rests his chin on the cook's shoulder, his eye going to the ring and the slender fingers grasping it.]
'S a good idea.
[which is somehow Zoro-speak for you're amazing and I think I love you. He's never had someone care so much about even the smallest things about him, it's taken until now to really click. Now that it does, he can't let go.
Or, well, he will in order to put some pants on, but give it another minute or so.]
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'S a good idea.
[which is somehow Zoro-speak for you're amazing and I think I love you. He's never had someone care so much about even the smallest things about him, it's taken until now to really click. Now that it does, he can't let go.
Or, well, he will in order to put some pants on, but give it another minute or so.]