[ he wouldn't say no to nami regardless, but especially not after losing her — and he has time, anyway, to wipe his eyes, his notebook balanced on his knees where he sits on the floor of their bedroom, his back against the door. his throat feels tight, his hands unsteady as he writes.
at least this way he can avoid seeing zoro until he's busy in the kitchen, and it'll be easy enough to shoo him into the bedroom, where nami is sure to be dozing by then with a belly full of sweet pastries. nami had mentioned the idea of her and zoro enough times that sanji is comfortable believing it's what she wants, rather than whatever... all of this was. both of them, coming after him. ]
of course you can come with me! fruit-picking with nami 💓 i'll see you soon!
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at least this way he can avoid seeing zoro until he's busy in the kitchen, and it'll be easy enough to shoo him into the bedroom, where nami is sure to be dozing by then with a belly full of sweet pastries. nami had mentioned the idea of her and zoro enough times that sanji is comfortable believing it's what she wants, rather than whatever... all of this was. both of them, coming after him. ]
of course you can come with me!
fruit-picking with nami 💓
i'll see you soon!