( zoro suddenly, very desperately, wishes that he actually was asleep. it would mean that he wouldn't have to actively choose whether or not to ignore the dumb bullshit that comes out of sanji's mouth. as it is, without sweet dreams and soft snores to block him out, he's left trying to parse whether the cook is just being an asshole again and making fun of him, or if he actually, maybe ...
he swallows hard, blinking into the darkness, suddenly a hell of a lot less tired than he was. in the quiet of their room, every anxious little squirm against the sheets sounds amplified tenfold, each exhale, even the soft sound of fingers against fur. it's enough to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up, far, far too aware of the warm body beside him, nearly close enough to touch.
maybe zoro gives himself away a little when he stretches out a leg, shifting a little on his side, still facing away because he thinks if he catches a glimpse of sanji, his resolve will utterly crumble. (and it already has, just by virtue of him being here, his threats obviously empty.)
finally, he speaks, voice low, like he's worried about being overheard: ) Not if you're going to use it as another reason to resent me. I can't —
( maybe zoro is worried about being overheard, considering this is probably the first time he's said something ... vulnerable out loud, not scribbled in the confines of their notebooks. it feels too much like being pinned down, soft belly exposed and unprotected. for now, the fact that he's able to peer into the darkness instead of mismatched sky blue and bright grey eyes is his only shield. ) I won't do that again.
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he swallows hard, blinking into the darkness, suddenly a hell of a lot less tired than he was. in the quiet of their room, every anxious little squirm against the sheets sounds amplified tenfold, each exhale, even the soft sound of fingers against fur. it's enough to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up, far, far too aware of the warm body beside him, nearly close enough to touch.
maybe zoro gives himself away a little when he stretches out a leg, shifting a little on his side, still facing away because he thinks if he catches a glimpse of sanji, his resolve will utterly crumble. (and it already has, just by virtue of him being here, his threats obviously empty.)
finally, he speaks, voice low, like he's worried about being overheard: ) Not if you're going to use it as another reason to resent me. I can't —
( maybe zoro is worried about being overheard, considering this is probably the first time he's said something ... vulnerable out loud, not scribbled in the confines of their notebooks. it feels too much like being pinned down, soft belly exposed and unprotected. for now, the fact that he's able to peer into the darkness instead of mismatched sky blue and bright grey eyes is his only shield. ) I won't do that again.