high_seas | Bubble Trouble

We're not gonna get wiped out.

[Starts to lean back against the counter, before abruptly remembering -- oh yeah, breakfast. So he goes back to getting things ready.]

Something would work out somehow... The best thing we can do is have a good mindset about it, I guess. It'd just be a shitty inconvenience.

[Well, it'd be more than that, but why go there. Kid Sanji might well be useless but he'd do his damnedest either way.]

Mm. [it's an acceptable idea for now. As long as it's somewhere in the back of their minds, Zoro is fine with it.

He watches Sanji fiddle around with the rest of breakfast, just sort of lingering near, but then figures he's probably in the way and brushes against him before he goes to sit at the table]

Instead of our usual sparring session, after breakfast, want to go have a nap? I didn't get much sleep last night.

[well, he'll probably nap regardless, but it would go a long way toward patching things up if he had a cook in his hammock.]

Yeah, alright.

[Says it casually enough, like he could go either way, but no, he's exhausted. And he misses being near Zoro. Frankly, he'd dive into the hammock with him right now if he wasn't in the middle of cooking.

He pauses for a moment, glancing back at Zoro over his shoulder.]

Hey...

Mm? [glances up as he slides into a chair]

[Silent for a beat, just watching him, brow slightly furrowed -- then he turns on his heel and follows him right over to that chair and sort of just keeps plowing forward to get even closer, planting a knee on the edge of the seat as he straddles one of Zoro's legs and leans in. His hands find the sides of Zoro's face, fingers just starting to thread back into his hair as he tips his head back.]

You're an asshole. And an idiot. And a goddamn shitty moron sometimes.

[None of which stops Sanji from closing the remaining distance between them to smack a quick kiss to Zoro's mouth. When he pulls back, he doesn't go far, his breath ghosting over Zoro's lips. And he sort of has to force himself to meet Zoro's gaze because this is kinda embarrassing, but whatever, it's okay—]

I love you.

[the demanding pounce isn't all that surprising, but the words that follow are - enough that Zoro finds himself staring back even as heat rushes through his chest and takes his breath away for a second or two.

Once he can pick his mouth up off the floor, he lifts his arms to wrap around Sanji's waist and prevent him from getting away with that. His lips twitch and then curve into a grin, and he tips his face up to find the cook's mouth and kiss him back.]

I fucking love you too, you stupid jerk.

[Promptly kisses him again, grinning into it and letting his weight settle against Zoro as his hands slip from the sides of his head so that he can wrap his arms behind Zoro's neck instead. There's warmth flowing through him and whatever slight tension was in his shoulders instantly dissipates. And there's something else, too -- not relief, per se, he already knew how they felt about each other and he wasn't worried he was gonna be rejected out of the blue or some shit, but he can't deny there's just...something. He feels lighter. And happy.

And a little proud of both of them that they managed to actually say it instead of tiptoeing around the word.

He's content to stay pressed to Zoro for awhile -- or at least for a few minutes, until he has to go check on his food. Shorter, more playful kisses find themselves peppered in between the longer, lazily drawn out ones, and the occasional pleased sound escapes him, too.]

[he ought to be annoyed with himself that the cook was able to say it first, but really, hearing Sanji murmur it against his mouth was what Zoro needed to break through his stoic bullshit and push him to speak the words, too. And now that he has, he can feel that same relief running down his spine, part that wasn't so bad and part could've done that sooner. It's good to know that he doesn't have to match that hurricane of love in order to still admit to feeling it, and further, say so.

His arms tighten around Sanji, settling him comfortably into place so he can meet and match every one of those kisses, nibbling at his lower lip whenever he can get the chance. Anything to fill the few minutes between right now and breakfast with the cook's scent and taste, his warmth and strength. Besides, even when they have to break apart to handle food, he knows they'll be back together soon enough. No worries, no fears.]

[Sanji eventually gives Zoro one last lingering kiss, a hand coming up to brush against his earrings as he stays softly pressed to Zoro's mouth, and then he shifts backwards, sort of sitting in Zoro's lap now and just looking at him.]

...I gotta finish breakfast.

[Doesn't really want to, for once. He leans forward again, resting his forehead against Zoro's and dragging his hands down over his chest.]

Definitely taking that nap later. And maybe I can join you on watch tonight.

[purrs softly in his throat at the touches. He's not in any hurry to let go, either, but he's starting to think he's hungry.]

Mm. Sounds like a plan I can get behind.

[they're allowed to indulge, right? They have a lot to catch up on, after all.]

[Definitely allowed to indulge.

BUT OKAY, seriously, he's gonna burn something. So one more quick, final kiss and then he's standing up and smoothing his shirt down before turning to check the potatoes on the stove.]

Want something to drink?

[just contentedly watches him go. That shirt does look good on him.

He already had a cup of coffee, so...booze time!]

Yeah, sure. We're not out of sake yet, are we?

Think I gave a bottle to Luffy when he was walking around looking like you, but I'm pretty sure he didn't actually drink it. Check the liquor cabinet, maybe he put it back.

[Starts putting the finishing touches on his breakfast extravaganza, then gets out plates for the crew so he can begin piling them up.]

Ugh. [yeah that day was extra-weird. Zoro heaves himself out of the chair to go have a look. There is sake, whether Luffy failed to drink it or not, so hey, win-win.] I hope he didn't fool you with that.

[mmm, good morning sake, this should go good with breakfast. He can't help but smile fondly as he watches Sanji dish everything out. They really are spoiled by the cook, no question.]

...

[Shifty eyes over here as he clears his throat and focuses on filling up a plate for Zoro.]

[he hears that silence, cook. Shoots him a look like really?]

You didn't... [eugh nasty mental image!] You didn't kiss him or something, did you?!

[Rolls his eyes now.]

Yeah, we had a long, extended shitty make-out session— No! [Shoots him an exasperated look over his shoulder.] Of course not, nothing like that! I just...thought he was you at first.

[Though exasperated quickly turns sheepish, before he huffs.]

I caught on pretty quick once I noticed he wasn't eyeing me like some kinda Franky creation gone horribly wrong.

[Thrusts the plate full of food at him like it'll distract him or something.]

[well, at least there's that. Zoro has the decency to look slightly chastened as he reaches to take the plate.]

Good, 'cause that would've been really weird. [beat] Thanks.

[food is a good distraction, yes. He's been waiting for this ever since he smelled coffee and pancakes. He glances back at Sanji after the first mouthful, though - if nobody else has burst in on them, he should come and sit and eat too. Before the galley descends into chaos.]

Welcome.

[Muttered around another harrumph as he turns back to get another plate. He'll leave the rest warming for now, probably won't be long until the others come crashing in. He's surprised Luffy hasn't smelled the bacon already.]

Luffy'd never do that anyway. [Probably.] He wanted to fight, though.

[Turns again to bring his own plate over to the table, taking a seat and then pointing his fork at Zoro.]

Anyway, even if something weird like that happened, I think I would've noticed before it got long and extended. You probably kiss differently.

[okay, that makes him laugh under his breath.]

I should hope so, I've had more practice than him. [points his fork right back] Not that I want to experiment.

Good thing he didn't try going for my swords. Dumbass would have cut himself to ribbons before he could even start a fight.

He wanted to use my damn rolling pin.

[Rolls his eyes as he shovels some food into his mouth.]

Idiot... Mah, but at least someone enjoyed all that, I guess.

Psh. [around bites.] Even I know better than to use anything in your kitchen to fight.

[he knows full well that anything in the cook's galley is as sacred as his swords are to him. No touchy.]

We're gonna have to start keeping a list of what not to touch, smell, or eat when the world gets weird. No touching bubbles, mists, ghosts... [hmm there had to be more than that.]

[Gives an amused grin around his fork.]

He suggested using a sausage next. [Snorts.] Just as bad, it's still food...

[Sets the fork down and sits back in his seat for a moment, blowing upwards at the hair covering his face.]

It's more than just not touching shit. Sometimes things just happen. And I can screen food and all that, but I can't catch everything.

[What a pain.]

No, I know. I remember. The kids thing just happened...I think.

[last April's weirdness also just happened, but it also wore off after a day]

We can't stop everything but we can narrow it down. Stuff we have some control over. That should at least cut it down.

[if anything, he hates not having control over himself, his body and mind, and can't imagine anyone else would disagree. Loss of control is one step below sheer embarrassment on Zoro's list of Reasons This World Is Bullshit.]

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