high_seas | Bubble Trouble

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]

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.

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.]

[HOLY SHIT COOK WHAT THE

flushing brilliantly red]

What do you mean experimental screwing? Asshole!

[Bursts out laughing, tossing his head back and letting his cigarette dangle from his fingers.]

I'm kidding, I'm kidding, marimo, geez. ...I think.

[Looks a little too thoughtful for a moment, but it's mostly for show.]

Though, you know, for science maybe...

[But another glance at Zoro's red face has him snickering again.]

Don't have a shitty heart attack now, ya idiot.

Don't even say that, you jerk!

[he hadn't really thought about it but now all kinds of bad images are flitting through his mind. Good show.]

You're just trying to tease me again.

Heh, yeah, I do that.

[Lifts his cigarette back to his mouth, smirking as he takes another drag.]

You make it really damn easy, though. Besides, ain't like I can even get you in the shitty hammock with me. Even if I wanted to, you'd probably bail before my shirt even came off.

[at least when he's this size, it's really easy to shrink down and look sheepish and embarrassed as fuck. He's already apologized more in the past week than in the first twenty years of his life, there's nothing more he can really say.]

Don't.

[Any remaining laughter in his voice fades away, and he turns his head to the side, looking away from Zoro under the guise of exhaling.]

Sorry.

[quickly shakes his head, clenching his hands into fists on his knees] Not your fault.

Luffy looks weird today, too. I'm so tired of this, I wanna just take a nap.

Luffy's looked weird every day. Hell, he was you for a day.

[Let's his head fall back again, eyes falling shut.]

I hear little eggplants gotta take a lot of naps. [...Wow, that 'eggplant' just kind of slipped out. Sanji clears his throat.] Sure you don't want breakfast or something first?

[Eggplants, huh? That sounds familiar somehow.]

No, I'm fine. [he will probably eat twice his weight later, though] Really. It's okay.

[Presses his lips together in a disapproving kinda way, because you know he doesn't want to let Zoro or a kid OR BOTH off without eating.]

I could make onigiri or something...

[But then he sighs.]

Mah, never mind. You gonna hide in here all day?

[his tummy rumbles at the thought of onigiri. DAMMIT STOMACH YOU HAVE BETRAYED ME]

I guess if you're gonna make it...

[otherwise he would stay hidden away until dinner, out of sheer embarrassment.]

[Perks up a little.]

Not like it'll take me long.

[He pushes himself to his feet, absently dusting himself off before pausing suddenly.]

Look, I...I know I keep being an ass about...things.

[Glances down at Zoro. It's kind of super weird talking to him like this when Sanji's twice his age and towers over him, but oh well. He pushes a hand through his hair.]

I just miss you, is all.

[it is super weird, tilting his head back to look all the way up there. Stupid tall cook even in this form. But Zoro meets his gaze with his mouth still in lineface, not angry at all.]

Me too.

[he's been an ass as well, in his own right. Something he'll have to think about later when things are back to normal. For now, he just sidles closer in order to follow Sanji out - maybe if he stays in the shadow of the cook's legs, no one will spot him like this.]

[Just looks at him for a long moment, but eventually he snorts lightly and breaks into a grin, ducking his head as he does. So. Weird. Ahhh, fuck all this shit that keeps happening to them, why is this world so goddamn bizarre?]

C'mon, mini marimo-kun. You don't get any sake, though.

[Leads the way to the galley!]

Aw, c'mon! You're gonna be like that again. [all the grumbling! All of it. But he'll deal with it. Like everything else, he'll manage somehow.

Off he goes at Sanji's heels, maybe he can hide out in the galley just as easily as in the cabin.]

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