[Zoro watched the bubbles start while on watch, but he didn't think too much of it either. They just had booze rain a couple weeks ago, what's bubbles to him? He's more lamenting that it's about to be Usopp's birthday again and the jerk still hasn't returned to this world, boo. He manages to drop down from the crow's nest and make it to the men's cabin without touching one, maybe because they remind him of Sabaody and that's not an enjoyable memory.
It's pitch-dark in the men's cabin, but Zoro manages to make his way over to Sanji's hammock, kicking off his boots and setting aside his swords before tumbling into bed with him, all set to snatch a few cozy hours of sleep before dawn and breakfast. He flings an arm over the cook as usual, only to find something soft and bouncy where usually there isn't. His first (and only) thought is goddammit stupid shit-cook bringing that damn boob pillow to bed with him again, and he hates that thing so he lifts his head in order to find it and yank it out of Sanji's arms so they're not sleeping with that creepy thing...
But his hand falls hard on warmth. Flesh. That's...not a pillow.
There's no time for any thought, rational or not, he reacts on pure instinct, yelping and yanking back his hand like it's been scalded. The momentum flings him right back out of the hammock onto the floor with a thud.]
4am, the 1st
It's pitch-dark in the men's cabin, but Zoro manages to make his way over to Sanji's hammock, kicking off his boots and setting aside his swords before tumbling into bed with him, all set to snatch a few cozy hours of sleep before dawn and breakfast. He flings an arm over the cook as usual, only to find something soft and bouncy where usually there isn't. His first (and only) thought is goddammit stupid shit-cook bringing that damn boob pillow to bed with him again, and he hates that thing so he lifts his head in order to find it and yank it out of Sanji's arms so they're not sleeping with that creepy thing...
But his hand falls hard on warmth. Flesh. That's...not a pillow.
There's no time for any thought, rational or not, he reacts on pure instinct, yelping and yanking back his hand like it's been scalded. The momentum flings him right back out of the hammock onto the floor with a thud.]