high_seas | Bubble Trouble

[Arches an eyebrow.]

You think? It felt a lot less weird when it was Nami-san's body I was borrowing.

[For some reason. ...Okay, he knows why, but just gonna casually pretend he wasn't using it as an opportunity to be a total shitty perve. /cough

He straightens up again and grabs the bowl to pour the batter into the pan.]

Something about Usopp's birthday makes fucked up shit happen here. ...I take it you've seen Luffy?

Yeah. [annoyed as fuck by the wake-up call] Idiot's enjoying himself way too much.

Though...if it's the day, then everything should wear off. Right? [oh please oh please oh please] Luffy tried to get me to touch the bubbles, so I think that's what caused it this time.

Let him, he ain't hurting anyone. [Aside from the longing pang that comes with wanting to see their nakama again. Sanji gives a soft, not quite amused laugh.] Threw me for a shitty loop, though. Didn't ever think I'd see Usopp looking so damn scrawny again.

[He glances out the porthole, frowning at the bubbles that are hovering oh-so-innocently in the air.]

Shit, those things? That's annoying. Mah, but yeah, maybe it'll wear off by midnight or something...

[DOES HE DARE TO DREAM?

Yes, yes he does.

As he squirms a little suddenly.]

Fuck, I really hope so.

[he does, too, but this time he's going to keep his damn mouth shut. This isn't about him.]

On the one hand, maybe touching another one will fix it, but on the other hand...maybe it'll just make it worse. Dunno if I'd want to take that risk.

[now that the air between them seems clearer...he needs to get drunk for breakfast. Excuse him, cook, there's a liquor cabinet with his name on it.]

Told you you were the pretty one.

[Promptly spins around and snaps his leg out at Zoro -- he's improved somewhat from his attempts to kick Luffy that morning, at least his balance is better now. But he still forgets to account for his slightly shorter legs, so at best his foot just barely glances off Zoro's arm.

Damn.

He holds the pose for a moment anyway, glaring at him.]

I'm not pretty. [...Well. Ugh. He huffs and corrects:] Don't call me pretty, shithead.

[Lowers his leg and tugs his shirt down, then brushes some hair out of his face.]

Hmph. Maybe I'll touch a shitty bubble and turn into the lady version of you.

[he knew that kick wasn't going to connect and just stands there, letting it glance off his arm. That is not what he meant and you know it.]

Fine, if that's what you want.

[he moves to uncork whatever bottle he retrieved, but before he can raise it to his lips, Sanji says that and throws him off-stride all over again. Hurk]

Don't even say that! I don't wanna think about that!

No?

[And grinning suddenly as he takes a step forward and leans in toward Zoro.]

Why not, marimo-kun? You'd probably be sexy as hell~

No. [points] No. Get that thought out of your head, Dartboard.

[he's already sexy. :| That's his story and he's sticking to it.]

Sexy lady marimo-chwaaaan~~

[Just being a dork now, totally ignoring that finger as he snickers.

Until he abruptly frowns and squirms again.]

Fuck, I really need to pee.

[MAKING A FACE FOREVER]

...there a reason you felt the need to announce that?

[Flushes a little, but then scowls and crosses his arms over his chest, his shoulders hunching.]

'Cause...it's embarrassing. And I don't wanna.

[Pout.]

Well, you're gonna have to. [I mean duh] It's not like anybody's gonna watch you.

[HE SURE ISN'T]

Edited (whoa not that icon) 2015-04-03 04:56 (UTC)

[Massive eye roll.]

I know that.

[Grumble mutter.]

I just...don't wanna deal with it.

[Nnnngghhakjhds.

...Ah, shit, his cake.]

Shit, my cake!

[Dives for the oven!]

[ugh, what is his day? Zoro tips back the bottle, he's going to need three of these just to make it through today.

And that's just today.]

I can't imagine how weird it probably feels but...it'd be worse to piss yourself like a child so. Guess you're gonna have to deal with it.

I can make it 'til shitty midnight.

[And then be sad and disappointed hurrr.

He pulls the finished cake out and slides the other pan in, setting the first one down to cool. The he grabs a glass and turns to face Zoro again, thrusting it at him.]

Pour me some.

[Poor Sanji. He really does feel for the guy.

But geez.]

Can't even be arsed to ask nicely?

[he still takes the glass and pours it mostly full. Cook's gonna need that much just to deal.]

Nope.

[Downs half of it in one gulp, then drags the back of his hand across his mouth.]

You gonna sleep in your own hammock tonight?

[Tries to keep an even tone. Just curious...]

[boy that drink he's taking is extra-long and extra-deep.]

Dunno.

[He really doesn't. Night is a long way away, and a lot can change between now and then. Maybe he'll save them both the awkwardness and another fight and stay on watch all night.]

[Purses his lips together, but then just sighs a little and looks away, finishing off the rest of his glass in another gulp.]

Okay.

[Has to keep reminding himself it's weird for Zoro, too.]

We'll see.

[tersely. He's not making promises he can't keep. There's a little left in the bottle, which he offers to Sanji to top off his glass if he wants]

It's not that I don't love you now...

[boy, is it hard to finish that sentence after that word slips out. Even harder to admit that the cook's physical form is part of what he loves.]

[Just holds his glass out, eyes still averted -- at least, until Zoro says that.

Not that he doesn't know, they did kinda talk about it and all, but they don't exactly throw that word around much. Or at all. Actually, what, this is only like the second time and the first time didn't have an "I" and a "you" included with it.

Sanji slowly turns back to look at Zoro, his face red and his eyes wide. He's not even sure what to say and just stares at him for a moment, before blinking hard and drawing in a deep breath.

That sentiment both helps and doesn't help. It's not that Zoro doesn't love him now, he just...what, wants nothing to do with him like this? Doesn't want to touch him when he's a girl? Thinks he's got shitty cooties or something?

Bah, no, none of that is fair. Sanji's gaze drops to his glass, and he absently swirls the liquid inside around.]

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

[Augh, lame response is shitty lame but it's all he's got.]

[he looks away from the blushing cook, hideously awkward and finding the floor much more interesting to stare at.]

Yeah, I think I do.

[Where was he going with this, again?]

[That makes a laugh bubble up in Sanji's throat, but he swallows it back down immediately and forces the grin to stay off his face, only allowing the corner of his mouth to tug upwards a bit. He looks back up at Zoro, arching an eyebrow.]

Now it's 'you think'...?

Don't tease me, cook.

[pouting. This is hard enough without that feminine purr adding to it. Zoro feels like he's just fallen off a cliff, saying shit like that out loud.]

[Aww... Sanji steps in closer, a hand coming up to—

Well, to nothing, because he freezes again before touching Zoro. And then slowly curls his fingers into a fist and lowers it again.]

M'not teasing.

[He feels like he should probably...say it back. But he doesn't want to when he's like this. So maybe he should at least do something else reassuring, but he doesn't know what when he's afraid to put his hands on Zoro.

Sigh.]

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