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salmon_pinkTitle: Euphemism
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG
Words: 265
Timeline: Movie 3
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100moods, prompt "curious".
Summary: Best not to think too hard on it.
“What do you plan to do with us?” Hotdog grunts.
Sanji gives the knots a final check and steps back, ignoring the question. He fishes in his pocket for his cigarettes, frowning at the blood stains on his shirt. Zoro ties his bandana back around his arm, pulling at one of the ends with his teeth.
“Are you going to torture us?” Snake hisses.
Sanji holds his lighter to the end of the cigarette, taking a long drag.
“Are you going to kill us?” Hotdog barks.
Zoro rolls his neck until it cracks.
“Are you going to keep ignoring us?” Snake mutters.
Sanji narrows his eyes as he catches Zoro staring at him. “What’s your problem?” he snaps.
“Nothing,” Zoro replies with a smirk. “See you lost those shitty glasses.”
“See you lost your shirt,” Sanji spits back. “What a fucking surprise.”
“Ah, so he’s the pain in the ass,” Hotdog mumbles.
Zoro turns towards him sharply.
“Oh, yes, I see now,” Snake agrees, nodding in understanding. “You were talking about his sword.”
Sanji’s hands clench at his sides.
“So that’s how it is,” Hotdog and Snake chorus. “You two are -”
They’re interrupted by the hilt of a sword and the heel of a shoe slamming into their jaws.
Zoro and Sanji both look at the ground, the horizon, the trees, anywhere but each other.
Seconds stretch into years.
“I don’t know what they were talking about,” Zoro says very slowly.
“Me neither,” Sanji intones. “A complete mystery.”
Hotdog and Snake gurgle and whimper and decide keeping their mouths shut is for the best.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG
Words: 265
Timeline: Movie 3
Notes: For
100moods, prompt "curious".Summary: Best not to think too hard on it.
“What do you plan to do with us?” Hotdog grunts.
Sanji gives the knots a final check and steps back, ignoring the question. He fishes in his pocket for his cigarettes, frowning at the blood stains on his shirt. Zoro ties his bandana back around his arm, pulling at one of the ends with his teeth.
“Are you going to torture us?” Snake hisses.
Sanji holds his lighter to the end of the cigarette, taking a long drag.
“Are you going to kill us?” Hotdog barks.
Zoro rolls his neck until it cracks.
“Are you going to keep ignoring us?” Snake mutters.
Sanji narrows his eyes as he catches Zoro staring at him. “What’s your problem?” he snaps.
“Nothing,” Zoro replies with a smirk. “See you lost those shitty glasses.”
“See you lost your shirt,” Sanji spits back. “What a fucking surprise.”
“Ah, so he’s the pain in the ass,” Hotdog mumbles.
Zoro turns towards him sharply.
“Oh, yes, I see now,” Snake agrees, nodding in understanding. “You were talking about his sword.”
Sanji’s hands clench at his sides.
“So that’s how it is,” Hotdog and Snake chorus. “You two are -”
They’re interrupted by the hilt of a sword and the heel of a shoe slamming into their jaws.
Zoro and Sanji both look at the ground, the horizon, the trees, anywhere but each other.
Seconds stretch into years.
“I don’t know what they were talking about,” Zoro says very slowly.
“Me neither,” Sanji intones. “A complete mystery.”
Hotdog and Snake gurgle and whimper and decide keeping their mouths shut is for the best.
