( ugh, he scribbles that out aggressively because it's corny as fuck. zoro's spending too much time with the cook β his disgustingness is rubbing off on him. )
no just come over
( the cook is more important right now. )
i think he'll talk to you something definitely happened besides the change there's a lot of blood and i'm pretty sure it's not his
( she's in the same boat as zoro βΒ she is not a good person, but sanji is. if anyone has a problem with that, they can talk to her fists.
spurned on by her fury at the world being unfair to sanji, she makes her way over quickly, boots crunching in the snow as she does. no, she didn't dress for the warm weather β freezing thighs under a short skirt, while her teeth chatter unhappily, a bundle wrapped under her arm. inside, she stomps her feet, forgetting to be nervous about seeing sanji for the first time in days until she got in here.
well, she's not afraid. heading inside, she inclines her head. )
Hello?
( it's a small space, and zoro takes up room. he isn't hard to find. almost tentatively, nami smiles at him, lifting a hand to rub at her red nose. not thinking about kissing him. after a second, she holds out her cargo β a leather jacket, for the cold weather. )
( zoro's waiting for nami to get there, standing by the front door next to the side table that sanji had broken the night that he β that they β
it's hastily put back together and kind of looks like shit but isn't that a perfect metaphor for everything right now?
when she enters, he's quick to meet her, large body moving to maybe block her view of their small kitchen. it's not that zoro thinks that nami will openly react to the way that sanji looks now, but ... there's a weird sort of protectiveness there β of both of them. besides, he thinks that the two of them need time. time to talk, time to fix things, time without him, and that's okay.
his smile is weak when he sees her, even if he wants to wrap her up in his arms until she stops shivering. instead, he looks at the jacket presented to him, and. oh. he could kiss her.
he shouldn't kiss her right now, though, that much he knows. instead, he takes the jacket and immediately puts it on, reaching for nami's hand to give it a small squeeze. )
Thanks. ( a beat, where he glances at nami's lips and β considers. ) I'll be back in a little while.
( and zoro slips outside into the winter air before he changes his mind. they'll figure things out β he knows they will. )
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just you( ugh, he scribbles that out aggressively because it's corny as fuck. zoro's spending too much time with the cook β his disgustingness is rubbing off on him. )
no
just come over
( the cook is more important right now. )
i think he'll talk to you
something definitely happened besides the change
there's a lot of blood and i'm pretty sure it's not his
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you don't think he hurt anyone, do you?
i'll be there in a minute, i'm just picking something up first.
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okay
( ...... )
he might have
if he did i doubt it was without a good reason
( why does he feel the need to stick up for the stupid cook? probably because zoro's killed people, too. and meant it. sanji's not like that. )
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( she's in the same boat as zoro βΒ she is not a good person, but sanji is. if anyone has a problem with that, they can talk to her fists.
spurned on by her fury at the world being unfair to sanji, she makes her way over quickly, boots crunching in the snow as she does. no, she didn't dress for the warm weather β freezing thighs under a short skirt, while her teeth chatter unhappily, a bundle wrapped under her arm. inside, she stomps her feet, forgetting to be nervous about seeing sanji for the first time in days until she got in here.
well, she's not afraid. heading inside, she inclines her head. )
Hello?
( it's a small space, and zoro takes up room. he isn't hard to find. almost tentatively, nami smiles at him, lifting a hand to rub at her red nose. not thinking about kissing him. after a second, she holds out her cargo β a leather jacket, for the cold weather. )
Hey, I got you this. Hopefully it fits.
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it's hastily put back together and kind of looks like shit but isn't that a perfect metaphor for everything right now?
when she enters, he's quick to meet her, large body moving to maybe block her view of their small kitchen. it's not that zoro thinks that nami will openly react to the way that sanji looks now, but ... there's a weird sort of protectiveness there β of both of them. besides, he thinks that the two of them need time. time to talk, time to fix things, time without him, and that's okay.
his smile is weak when he sees her, even if he wants to wrap her up in his arms until she stops shivering. instead, he looks at the jacket presented to him, and. oh. he could kiss her.
he shouldn't kiss her right now, though, that much he knows. instead, he takes the jacket and immediately puts it on, reaching for nami's hand to give it a small squeeze. )
Thanks. ( a beat, where he glances at nami's lips and β considers. ) I'll be back in a little while.
( and zoro slips outside into the winter air before he changes his mind. they'll figure things out β he knows they will. )