high_seas | Bubble Trouble

[MEANWHILE IN THE BATHROOM...

Turning his face every direction as he gapes at his reflection. He brings a hand up, poking warily at his chest (and frowning at the way that button is straining, heads will roll if it pops off), before his gaze drifts lower.

And he swallows.

A few seconds later there might be a very undignified yelp coming from this direction.]

[She shakes her head, sigh.]

Alright. How about a couple t-shirts and some jeans. At least something that doesn't look like you're swimming in cloth.

[Taking a step forward. Gonna move your arms now, okay? Nice and gentle.]

Besides, what if we need to fight someone? You're telling me you're gonna go kicking shit looking like that? You'll fall flat on your ass without fitted pants and a bra, missy.

Ehhh...

[RELUCTANTLY:]

T-shirts, I guess...and shitty jeans, yeah, that's—wait, a bra??

[She's got his arms up now so he won't try to escape, at least, but his faces goes bright red.]

The hell do I need a bra for? Keimi-chaaaan.

[/whine whine]

[he is too goddamn tired for this shit, but at the same time, a yelp like that gets his attention. As Zoro hauls himself up to his feet and plods over to see what the problem is now, he tangentially notices that Luffy isn't in his hammock.

Hm.

Nope, one problem at a time. He edges into the doorway.]

What now?

For balance. You're gonna go slapping yourself with those things.

[Moving your arms straight out from your body now. Don't move.]

I don't know what a haki-infused tit feels like, but it's probably not as pleasant as the normal kind.

[Turns to give Zoro a pathetic look, one of his hands shoved right down into his boxers though he isn't doing anything, gosh, shitty pervert, get your mind out of the gutter.]

It's gone!!

[WELL REALLY, WHAT DID HE EXPECT.

But no, it's still a surprise somehow.

And also distressing.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh why.]

[WELP.

One part of him does think well duh.

But another part is equally disturbed by that revelation.

After a very long silence, in which he flushes crimson for a moment and then the color drains, turning his tanned skin ashy, Zoro just turns and leaves the doorway.]

Shit. I don't even know how to deal with this.

[it's probably ten thousand times worse for Sanji, and he knows it, but at the same time, his brain has reached critical overload. No more thinking can happen right now, please reboot your marimo.]

[Lorelai presses the button in the back and is lifted off the ground by the bubble, struggling to keep her balance she finally thinks she has it when she reflexively tries to shift her feet and her fin sends her barreling back down onto the deck]

DAMMIT SHIT

If you're not careful you won't be able to sit down at all.

[She shakes her head, steadying the bubble.]

Here, take my hands until you're steady. We'll take this slow.

[Lorelai crawls her way back onto the bubble and grabs hold of Kiemi's hands. She hated this so much. Feeling like a child in a way. Being forced to learn to move all over again.

once she feels like she has her balance she let's go of Kiemi's hands. It was time to learn to move this thing]

So, how do I move?

Edited (I suck at remembering code) 2015-04-01 20:04 (UTC)

[She looks at Zoro kind of funny because he really reminds her of an old friend]

Very well. So you have to tell me. How do you fight like you do? [I mean 3 swords? It's fascinating] I've never seen someone with a style like yours.

How? I just do.

[as long as she's seen him with the third sword in his teeth, that is. If not, he'll explain.]

[on the first he's going to be Usopp all day. But he's not going to be too much different from normal except for playing with highly explosive chemicals at one point so expect a large bang around noon. There may be a birthday party that day, too, or at least a cake.

After that he's going to be popping bubbles like mad, being various nakama... Zoro, Sanji, Robin as well as other people and a plethora of animals. (if there is any preference, let me know) on 4/5 he is going to spend the day as Luffyko. Pick a date for shenaigans and requests if you've got 'em!]

[Zoro took care of the stupid question and so Luffy with a moutful of food is just going to reach over Zoro in an attempt to snag Lorelai's meat]

[HUFFS.]

You don't know how to—oi, Zoro! Hey!

[Yanks his hand free and stomps after him, abruptly remembering that it is the middle of the night and maybe he shouldn't be shrieking all over the damn place while his nakama try to sleep.

So he whisper-shouts instead.]

Where the hell are you going??

[just laughs as Lorelai faceplants into the deck again]

You're pretty bad at that, aren't you? hahaha

To sleep.

[in his own hammock, unfortunately.]

Maybe when I wake up it'll all have blown over.

[he doesn't like himself much right now, because his own reactions are teaching him things about himself he didn't know.]

[Well there's a mental image.....

He huffs at her, holding his arms out as directed and carefully shifting his gaze off to the side as he pretends she's not currently measuring his shitty chest.

Hell, he could probably ramble off his three sizes to her and save her the trouble BUT NOPE, not really happy that he can apply that particular skill to himself right now.]

Men don't wear bras, Keimi-chan.

[Sees where Zoro is headed and stops short several feet away, a weird feeling spiking through his chest. He hovers there uncertainly for a moment, wanting to say something but suddenly fearing that he might sound too needy or some shit.

Which doesn't mix well with his current...form. There's an annoying urge to overcompensate for looking like a girl by acting like a MANLY MAN because he is a man, dammit, and he doesn't feel vulnerable or need Zoro by his side or any of that, nope, he's fine.

Totally fine.]

...Alright.

[But he still doesn't know what to do with himself. He eyes his own hammock, but it looks lonely and empty and sad and crawling into it by himself seems strange and jarring when Zoro is such a short distance away. After a beat, he turns toward his locker, pushing a hand through his hair and thinking he could probably smoke like eighteen shitty cigarettes right now so maybe he'll just go hole himself up in the galley or something.

He needs out of this shitty shirt first, though, so he claws at the buttons and then shrugs out of it, his movements jerky. For once in his life, he doesn't want to see any goddamn boobs, so he avoids looking down and instead yanks on the first t-shirt he can find.

It's tighter than he'd like, but fuck it. He'll steal one of Zoro's later, he's got broader shoulders so maybe it'll be a little looser. Then he grabs a pack of smokes and slams the locker door shut, harder than he'd intended, and turns to head outside.]

[he winces at the slam, knowing full well...yes, he could have done better. But he doesn't know how to. He'll owe a thousand apologies in the cold light of day, but for now, Zoro curls up tightly in his hammock.

Sleep, unfortunately, does not come.]

I know, honey, but you're not a man right now.

[Almost done measuring. Damn, Sanji, the Sexy Fairy was nice to you.]

At least, not physically.

It's all balance, gentle leaning. Takes a while to get used to.

[Not letting go though.]

[Sometime after Luffy's post the next morning, Sanji's in the galley getting a birthday party ready for someone who's not actually here to celebrate it...dammit. He's trying hard to be into it, but there's no denying he's in a mood. Hard not to be -- he's still irritated at his shitty body, not to mention uncomfortable, Luffy's running around wearing Usopp's face, and Zoro...

Well, Sanji doesn't really know what to think about that. He's angry, but also mad at himself for being angry. For letting the jerk's attitude last night get to him. The hell does he care if Zoro wants nothing to do with him when he looks like a girl? Sanji doesn't want anything to do with this girly form either, he just can't run away from it like some shitty cowards. Hmph.

Goddammit, he really wants his body back. Nngh.

ANYWAY, he's at the counter, brow furrowed as he furiously mixes some cake batter together.]

I'm always a man.

[...That comes out a bit harsher than intended. Sanji winces immediately.]

Ah, sorry, Keimi-chan, I...sorry. ...Thank you. For helping me.

I... [She sighs.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way.

[She drapes her arms across his shoulders.]

You'll always be my big strong Sanji, okay? I just want to make this a more comfortable experience for you.

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