[ he slams the notebook shut before he gets the urge to begin scribbling without thought, tossing it aside and cinching his apron around his waist to bang pots and pans around as he starts cleaning up. zoro doesn't know a goddamn thing. zoro's acting like this doesn't change everything, when it does. how can it not? how can the addition of something as monumental as a cunt between his legs not have any effect on him?
he knows the language of men; he knows how conditional it can be.
somewhere between giving the counters a good scrub and putting the dishes away, his energy flags. he has just enough time to make it to the bedroom, his back aching and his nipples sore, only to find zoro sprawled on the bed taking one of his stupid naps. the worst thing about sanji suddenly needing more bed rest is that he runs into zoro's sleeping schedule far too often when previously it had been the easiest thing in the world to avoid.
he sets down the plate of leftover cake on the nightstand, stripping off his belt and tie, and loosening the buttons of his shirt. he can't tell if zoro is actually asleep or not, and he has half a mind to kick him out of the bed entirely, but sanji eventually just slips in beside him, shifting around to try and find a comfortable position that clearly doesn't exist. his eyelids droop with a long sigh, staring at the line of zoro's shoulders through his lashes. ]
Hey.
[ it's just a rumble of a sound, a hushed whisper. nothing else. ]
no subject
he knows the language of men; he knows how conditional it can be.
somewhere between giving the counters a good scrub and putting the dishes away, his energy flags. he has just enough time to make it to the bedroom, his back aching and his nipples sore, only to find zoro sprawled on the bed taking one of his stupid naps. the worst thing about sanji suddenly needing more bed rest is that he runs into zoro's sleeping schedule far too often when previously it had been the easiest thing in the world to avoid.
he sets down the plate of leftover cake on the nightstand, stripping off his belt and tie, and loosening the buttons of his shirt. he can't tell if zoro is actually asleep or not, and he has half a mind to kick him out of the bed entirely, but sanji eventually just slips in beside him, shifting around to try and find a comfortable position that clearly doesn't exist. his eyelids droop with a long sigh, staring at the line of zoro's shoulders through his lashes. ]
Hey.
[ it's just a rumble of a sound, a hushed whisper. nothing else. ]