[Fic] Pro and Contra
Title: Pro and Contra
Rating: K+ for language
Pairing: ZoSan (?)
Topic: Advantage
Word count: 299
After a whole morning of push-ups, weight lifting and various combinations of the two, all a man could have wanted was a bath, a bottle of booze and then some sleep before lunch.
If the man was called Roronoa Zoro, that is.
Though upon entering the kitchen to acquire said portion of alcohol, the swordsman was assaulted with various irritating sensations. The sweet scent of vanilla and freshly baked sponge cake - fine, that wasn't that bad. Though the humming and eerie giggling that accompanied clicks and clatters of kitchenware sent a cold shiver down his spine. As if the blasted cook's mere presence wasn't nerve-racking enough...
“Oi, cut the giggling, you perverted cook. It's disgusting.”
He just couldn't resist.
“What was that, you shitty marimo?” Sanji's irritated reply, as expected, came in a split second, as if only waiting to shoot an insult his way.
“I said: 'oi, cut the giggling, you-'”
“I heard you the first time, shithead!” Almost just the right amount of anger... “Now get your stinkin' ass out of my kitchen. Your stench will spoil the fucking delicious dessert I prepared for my goddesses!”
Jut one more little push...
“It already smells rotten in here, though...”
An unlucky plate landed on the kitchen counter with a particularly loud chink, maybe even a crack. The cook was pissed now. Zoro grinned to himself.
“HUH?! SAY THAT AGAIN, YOU SHITTY MOSSHEAD!”, the blond screeched, and Zoro barely had time to take a gulp of his newly-opened bottle of liquor when at least a dozen of bullet-kicks stormed his way.
Dodging, bottle set down, then out onto the deck, swords picked up, counterattack...
Zoro could admit, the damn curly-brow had his advantages: he didn't fail to keep him in shape.
A/N: I'll let you decide, what "keeping in shape" means here. ;)