[Ignoring you, still examining his body in a perplexed, almost dazed sort of way. That's his shirt, right? Nami-san wouldn't be wearing his shirt (although THAT is a very appealing mental image).]
Shit. No, Zoro, shut up, this isn't Nami-san's body, what—
[Finally lets go of his boobs so he can dig around in his pants pocket -- which are fitting all wrong, by the way, they're tighter in some places and have too much material in others, mostly the length, and just what the fuck alskjdhfs.
Sanji finds the lighter and clicks it on, the flame splashing a little more light across the space between them so that he can frantically examine his hands. Though that doesn't really tell him much, he needs to get a look at his shitty face. He glances up at Zoro, eyes wide.]
Oi, oi, whose body do I got now?
[Not really sure he wants the answer to that, BUT...]
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Shit. No, Zoro, shut up, this isn't Nami-san's body, what—
[Finally lets go of his boobs so he can dig around in his pants pocket -- which are fitting all wrong, by the way, they're tighter in some places and have too much material in others, mostly the length, and just what the fuck alskjdhfs.
Sanji finds the lighter and clicks it on, the flame splashing a little more light across the space between them so that he can frantically examine his hands. Though that doesn't really tell him much, he needs to get a look at his shitty face. He glances up at Zoro, eyes wide.]
Oi, oi, whose body do I got now?
[Not really sure he wants the answer to that, BUT...]