high_seas | Bubble Trouble

I was, uh...just gonna make a big fruit salad! With sandwiches. Non-shitty-fish sandwiches. And a seaweed salad, too!

[Steps up beside her, looking down into the pot.]

This'll hold just fine, right?

[It smells really damn good, but fuck. He can't let Keimi-chan eat it, she'd hate herself later. Maybe he can shove it at Luffy as an afternoon snack and then pretend the idiot swiped it without asking.]

That sounds really nice, Sanji, but I was going to go training this afternoon and I really need the energy.

[What, you lost your manhood and now you have salad on the brain? A girl needs protein, man.]

[Oh good! Still Sanji's usual green dumbass. Who he's really pretty irritated with at the moment because he woke up by himself again this morning and it always takes a cigarette or two before he manages to remind himself that this whole shitty ordeal is weird for both of them -- but all that evaporates in mere seconds as he looks at the brat.

B'awwwwww.

Sanji brings a hand up to cover his mouth, like he's trying to hide a grin, but the entirely-too-girly giggle that escape him ruins it.]

Thought you were avoiding the bubbles?

I was! I am! I just...I dunno where it came from, I was perfectly normal when I jumped out of the crow's nest!

[he can be as huffy as he wants, it comes off so ineffectual when he's that short and squawky. Never mind that he's got the three swords clutched to his chest and one fist holding up his pants, bunched at the waist.]

Don't laugh, it's not funny!

So I'll make you a shitty energy drink! This will just sit heavy in your stomach anyway if you're gonna try to get a workout in.

[Spouting off bullshit now because it's stew, not a fucking bisque, but whatever. He might also be trying to (subtly) edge Keimi away from the stove.]

[And then Keimi was nudged away from the stove.]

Did I catch a poisonous fish or something? What's going on?

[Holds his hands up innocently.]

Not laughing.

[Well, lies, BUT HE'S TRYING.

He's squats down in front of Zoro, folding his arms over his knees as he peers at him.]

The hell did we dress you in the last time this happened?

Um. [indistinct muttering] I think it's still in the bottom of my locker.

[the shorts and t-shirt, anyway. He'll go barefoot, and cinch tight anything else he tries to put on]

Nothing! I'm sure it's delicious, Keimi-chan, I just think it'd be really good for dinner!

[Sheepish look as he tries not to seem suspicious.]

Trust me, with some really good bread to soak up all that broth? It'll be shitty fantastic!

If you say so, Sanji.

[She trusts him, but she can't help feeling that this is all very strange.]

If this is your way of asking me on a lunch date, you have a funny way of doing things.

Ah.

[Just stares for a moment, hands covering his mouth again because his grin is back.

He can't help it, though.]

Shit, you're so fuckin' cute.

[All tiny and scowl-y and squawk-y, ahahahaaaaa.

Sanji reaches out to ruffle Zoro's hair because he knows it'll probably piss him off, then he's shoving to his feet and stepping past him into the men's cabin and heading for Zoro's locker.]

[flails his hands over his head trying to fend it off, but too late. If he thought the girly-cook was weird before, it's even weirder now, following him into the cabin - it has a vague tinge of mom to it and he isn't comfortable with that.

Not saying so, though. Just trudging along and finding a safe place to put his swords.]

This is all way too weird. Whoever's doing this to us is probably having a real laugh behind our backs.

[HEY HE CAN'T HELP IT IF IT'S IN HIS NATURE TO CARE FOR PEOPLE, though usually it's via food. But he's always had a soft spot for kids, plus it's Zoro...

If he notices the 'mom' thing, however, he'll kick himself. Several times.]

Mah, well. Won't be too much longer.

[Not that he has any clue really, but he's been telling himself this every shitty hour since midnight passed on the first day and his boobs didn't disappear. It's gotta be true eventually, right?

He's on his knees, digging through the bottom of Zoro's locker, and holds the clothes out when he finds him.]

You don't even wear half the shit in here. Wasn't I with you when you bought some of this?

[at least he manages to put aside most of the awkward for the moment, because deep down he does trust Sanji inherently, and doesn't mind his help. Zoro just sort of wriggles out of his too-large clothes and tosses them onto his nearby hammock before pulling on the set from the last time this ridiculousness happened.]

Huh? Oh...yeah, that stuff. What? I don't need to wear something new all the time. 'Sides, I really like that sweatshirt.

[he wears the hoodie a lot. But usually rotates between three shirts, depending on the weather. He's only shredded a couple, lately.]

[Snorts, shifting so that he's sitting and leaning back against the lockers, knees propped up in front of him.]

Some people change clothes every day instead of waiting 'til they smell too bad to keep wearing 'em, you know.

[Pulls out a cigarette and lights up before taking a deep drag and tipping his head back to exhale.]

Yeah, maybe fancy peacocks like you.

[he fishes out the sash from the rest of his clothes and wraps it around his waist an extra time before knotting it so it wouldn't drag on the ground. That should keep his makeshift clothes held together.]

Damn all of this. I guess my luck ran out.

Yours ain't that bad.

[Eyes him around his smoke.

That's probably not fair of him to say, but it's not like he's comparing their two bubble-induced forms. He just means that at least Zoro kinda knows what to expect.]

Least you've been like that before, right? And the world didn't fuckin' end. Having all you brats around was almost amusing, aside from Luffy and Bepo tearing apart my damn kitchen.

[for a moment he grins, remembering Luffy and Bepo as little ones tearing the whole ship apart. But remembering Bepo is sad. Even Mr. Stoic misses the bear.

Zoro flops onto the floor, because what else is he going to do? A moment later he has Blue coming up to sniff him. The cat has to be confused, because they both smell the same but are different somehow. Zoro pats the gremlin-cat on the head and sighs.]

That doesn't mean I liked it enough to wanna go through it again. Nothin' I can do now except wait it out like you.

Well, I am certain I do not have a proper cutie mark in this form. [And her glance at her flank is, indeed, fairly naive for a human.]

You're the one who described them otherwise. [She lifts one experimentally, just to see if she can balance her whole weight onto just one. Luckily she isn't wearing a skirt...] I don't have any problems with them myself.

I assure you, nopony is more relieved than I am.

You look you have been through an...interesting change yourself.

Ah. [no, he's not going to check for her] Is that gonna be trouble?

I did?

[HONESTLY CONFUSED, seeing as how he tacks 'shitty' on to damn near everything every time he opens his mouth. Always has.]

Apologies, Celestia-san, I certainly didn't mean to. [Leans up against the railing.] Too bad we're not on land, though. You could take 'em for a run. Or maybe we can go swimming later!

[Not that any of that is particularly new, she can do all of it with four legs, too. But whatever.]

[Snaps the stove top off, then beams at Keimi over his shoulder.]

If I was asking you on a lunch date, I'd have flowers~!

[They can just let that cool now... Sanji goes to wash his hands in the sink.]

Want to help me make the fruit salad?

Yeah... Kinda glad I never got hit with the shrimpy kid deal. Cooking wasn't very easy back then.

[He had to use a stool to properly reach the stove, and his small hands were sometimes clumsy with the knives.

Sanji reaches out to rub a finger behind Blue's ear.]

Guess this takes any experimental screwin' around outta the picture, though.

[DRAMATIC SIGH.]

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