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salmon_pink) wrote2011-07-07 07:53 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2011-07-07 07:53 pm
(One Piece) Plucky
Title: Plucky
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Nami
Rating: G
Words: 240
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "beauty".
It was merely an annoyance. Zoro had been sliced, shredded, ripped in two, and he’d still pulled himself to standing, pushing past the pain to find the strength he needed.
In comparison, it really was nothing more than an annoyance.
Still, it was an oddly annoying annoyance. It stung, it kind of itched. And, strangely enough, it made him want to sneeze.
Zoro had stared death in the face and walked away, and yet a mere annoyance was threatening to make his eyes water.
Nami was staring at him expectantly, lips pursed and foot tapping against the floor. “Do you get it now? Or should I continue?”
Zoro eyed the tweezers clutched menacingly in her hand and slowly shook his head.
Nami made an annoyed noise that told him he’d made the right choice.
He scratched irritably at his forehead, glancing sideways at the mirror. It felt like she’d taken off his whole damn eyebrow, but sure enough she’d kept her word, (wonders would never cease), and only removed a single hair.
“Are you ever going to make fun of my beauty routine again?” Nami asked in a haughty voice.
Zoro looked at the variety of bizarre looking torture devices spilling out over Nami’s dressing table, the stick that had sharp spikes all around it and the scissors with clamps at the end and the tiny blade with a coarse back, and shook his head again a little more forcefully.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Nami
Rating: G
Words: 240
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "beauty".It was merely an annoyance. Zoro had been sliced, shredded, ripped in two, and he’d still pulled himself to standing, pushing past the pain to find the strength he needed.
In comparison, it really was nothing more than an annoyance.
Still, it was an oddly annoying annoyance. It stung, it kind of itched. And, strangely enough, it made him want to sneeze.
Zoro had stared death in the face and walked away, and yet a mere annoyance was threatening to make his eyes water.
Nami was staring at him expectantly, lips pursed and foot tapping against the floor. “Do you get it now? Or should I continue?”
Zoro eyed the tweezers clutched menacingly in her hand and slowly shook his head.
Nami made an annoyed noise that told him he’d made the right choice.
He scratched irritably at his forehead, glancing sideways at the mirror. It felt like she’d taken off his whole damn eyebrow, but sure enough she’d kept her word, (wonders would never cease), and only removed a single hair.
“Are you ever going to make fun of my beauty routine again?” Nami asked in a haughty voice.
Zoro looked at the variety of bizarre looking torture devices spilling out over Nami’s dressing table, the stick that had sharp spikes all around it and the scissors with clamps at the end and the tiny blade with a coarse back, and shook his head again a little more forcefully.