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Title: Crafty
Theme: Set #03, #10 Hook
Claim: Zoro + Chopper
Words: 936
Rating: G
Warnings: Sap, fluff, and excessive sweetness.
Disclaimers: Nothing you recognize in here is mine in any way. All rights belong to Eiichiro Oda and all the multitude of people involved in production of the One Piece manga and anime.
A/N: I don't really want to break Zoro's legs! Honest!
"How long?!" Zoro gaped at the doctor.
"Possibly as long as two months," Chopper repeated. "Once the bone sets, we can remove the traction, but fractures of the femur can be tricky..."
"What am I supposed to do in here all day?" Zoro scowled at his right leg, currently held in place by a system of weights and pulleys on a frame Franky built to Chopper's specifications. The rest of him lay on the infirmary bed.
The limb had been broken during a fight with an eel-like sea king. Luffy had landed a Gum Gum Bazooka to the giant fish's face, causing the beast to thrash, and the end section of its tail slammed into Zoro's thigh, snapping the bone.
"I don't know," Chopper admitted. "Do you have any busywork you need to finish?"
"Not two months' worth..."
"Is there anything I can bring in here for you?"
Zoro thought about the question for a moment. He fingered a tear in his haramaki.
"I've got some mending supplies in my locker. They're in a box--just bring the whole thing."
It took Chopper a little longer than Zoro expected to return with the requested box, and Zoro was both surprised and rather touched when he saw why. The doctor had also stopped by the gym and picked up two of Zoro's smaller hand weights and his sword polishing supplies.
Chopper handed Zoro the box, setting the other items aside. Zoro removed his haramaki and laid it across his lap. He flipped the lid of the box open and rummaged for a moment, finally taking out a small ball of green yarn, a large, blunt needle, and a slender object with a hook at the end that Chopper had never seen before.
"What's that?" he asked.
"It's a crochet hook," Zoro told him. "I'll be using it to weave in the loose ends, but you can make stuff with it, too."
"What kind of stuff?"
"If you're good at it, you can make all kinds of things. I made myself a scarf once, but that's about all I can do."
"Could you make one for me? It would give you something to do..."
"I guess I could, but I'll need more yarn." Zoro gestured at his mending yarn. "That's all I have."
***
They made landfall at an island two days later, and Chopper sought out a craft supply store as soon as he finished shopping for medical supplies.
There was an entire wall covered with shelves of yarn in all colors and textures. He just stood and stared for a moment.
"Can I help you find something?" a cheerful employee of the shop inquired.
"I'm looking for yarn for a scarf..."
"What sort of scarf were you thinking about? You'll want to be sure to select a yarn that works with the pattern."
"Pattern?" Weren't all scarves more or less the same shape? The woman gestured to a rack full of pamphlets and books that Chopper soon discovered were instructions for all sorts of things. There were scarves, sweaters, hats, mittens, socks, and one guaranteed to keep a bedridden swordsman busy for a long, long time...
***
Chopper let out a relieved breath as he set down the very large, very heavy bag of yarn.
"Dang, Chopper... How many scarves do you need?"
"Just the one," Chopper insisted. He dug around in the bag for a moment before fishing out a skein of soft, pink yarn. "This one's for my scarf, and the rest are for this." He handed the book he'd found in the shop to Zoro.
"A blanket?" Zoro eyed the cover of the book skeptically.
"There are all kinds of patterns for different squares in there, and you can combine them! Some of them looked pretty challenging, so it should help pass the time..." Chopper trailed off when he noticed that Zoro still didn't seem excited--or even very interested--by the idea. "I thought it was cool."
"Thanks, Chopper." Zoro flipped through the book absently. "I guess I'm just not a very artsy person..."
"Oh." Chopper's face fell. "I suppose I can return it-"
"So," Zoro interrupted him, "I'd need someone else to help me decide which squares to use, what colors, and stuff like that. How about it?"
"I don't need you to cheer me up, you big jerk!" Chopper wriggled gleefully, grinning like mad. "Helping you out won't make me happy at all!"
***
Chopper decided that Zoro's leg was set nicely after about six weeks. The swordsman had, predictably, decided he needed to start catching up on all his missed training as soon as he was allowed up on his feet. Chopper had to supervise, of course.
Sanji rubbed his hands together and blew on them as he walked up the stairs to the deck above the galley. They were sailing through a winter climate zone, and he had prepared some hearty noodle soup for lunch. Zoro and Chopper hadn't shown up when everyone else did.
The first thing Sanji saw as his head cleared the top of the stairs was a wooly lump of bright colors and loud patterns. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the two missing crew members, napping all snuggled up beneath a rather ugly blanket.
Sanji decided not to wake them. He'd just save some soup for them on the back burner...
Theme: Set #03, #10 Hook
Claim: Zoro + Chopper
Words: 936
Rating: G
Warnings: Sap, fluff, and excessive sweetness.
Disclaimers: Nothing you recognize in here is mine in any way. All rights belong to Eiichiro Oda and all the multitude of people involved in production of the One Piece manga and anime.
A/N: I don't really want to break Zoro's legs! Honest!
"How long?!" Zoro gaped at the doctor.
"Possibly as long as two months," Chopper repeated. "Once the bone sets, we can remove the traction, but fractures of the femur can be tricky..."
"What am I supposed to do in here all day?" Zoro scowled at his right leg, currently held in place by a system of weights and pulleys on a frame Franky built to Chopper's specifications. The rest of him lay on the infirmary bed.
The limb had been broken during a fight with an eel-like sea king. Luffy had landed a Gum Gum Bazooka to the giant fish's face, causing the beast to thrash, and the end section of its tail slammed into Zoro's thigh, snapping the bone.
"I don't know," Chopper admitted. "Do you have any busywork you need to finish?"
"Not two months' worth..."
"Is there anything I can bring in here for you?"
Zoro thought about the question for a moment. He fingered a tear in his haramaki.
"I've got some mending supplies in my locker. They're in a box--just bring the whole thing."
It took Chopper a little longer than Zoro expected to return with the requested box, and Zoro was both surprised and rather touched when he saw why. The doctor had also stopped by the gym and picked up two of Zoro's smaller hand weights and his sword polishing supplies.
Chopper handed Zoro the box, setting the other items aside. Zoro removed his haramaki and laid it across his lap. He flipped the lid of the box open and rummaged for a moment, finally taking out a small ball of green yarn, a large, blunt needle, and a slender object with a hook at the end that Chopper had never seen before.
"What's that?" he asked.
"It's a crochet hook," Zoro told him. "I'll be using it to weave in the loose ends, but you can make stuff with it, too."
"What kind of stuff?"
"If you're good at it, you can make all kinds of things. I made myself a scarf once, but that's about all I can do."
"Could you make one for me? It would give you something to do..."
"I guess I could, but I'll need more yarn." Zoro gestured at his mending yarn. "That's all I have."
***
They made landfall at an island two days later, and Chopper sought out a craft supply store as soon as he finished shopping for medical supplies.
There was an entire wall covered with shelves of yarn in all colors and textures. He just stood and stared for a moment.
"Can I help you find something?" a cheerful employee of the shop inquired.
"I'm looking for yarn for a scarf..."
"What sort of scarf were you thinking about? You'll want to be sure to select a yarn that works with the pattern."
"Pattern?" Weren't all scarves more or less the same shape? The woman gestured to a rack full of pamphlets and books that Chopper soon discovered were instructions for all sorts of things. There were scarves, sweaters, hats, mittens, socks, and one guaranteed to keep a bedridden swordsman busy for a long, long time...
***
Chopper let out a relieved breath as he set down the very large, very heavy bag of yarn.
"Dang, Chopper... How many scarves do you need?"
"Just the one," Chopper insisted. He dug around in the bag for a moment before fishing out a skein of soft, pink yarn. "This one's for my scarf, and the rest are for this." He handed the book he'd found in the shop to Zoro.
"A blanket?" Zoro eyed the cover of the book skeptically.
"There are all kinds of patterns for different squares in there, and you can combine them! Some of them looked pretty challenging, so it should help pass the time..." Chopper trailed off when he noticed that Zoro still didn't seem excited--or even very interested--by the idea. "I thought it was cool."
"Thanks, Chopper." Zoro flipped through the book absently. "I guess I'm just not a very artsy person..."
"Oh." Chopper's face fell. "I suppose I can return it-"
"So," Zoro interrupted him, "I'd need someone else to help me decide which squares to use, what colors, and stuff like that. How about it?"
"I don't need you to cheer me up, you big jerk!" Chopper wriggled gleefully, grinning like mad. "Helping you out won't make me happy at all!"
***
Chopper decided that Zoro's leg was set nicely after about six weeks. The swordsman had, predictably, decided he needed to start catching up on all his missed training as soon as he was allowed up on his feet. Chopper had to supervise, of course.
Sanji rubbed his hands together and blew on them as he walked up the stairs to the deck above the galley. They were sailing through a winter climate zone, and he had prepared some hearty noodle soup for lunch. Zoro and Chopper hadn't shown up when everyone else did.
The first thing Sanji saw as his head cleared the top of the stairs was a wooly lump of bright colors and loud patterns. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the two missing crew members, napping all snuggled up beneath a rather ugly blanket.
Sanji decided not to wake them. He'd just save some soup for them on the back burner...