Sanji handed the wet dish to the man beside him, openly smirking at the frustrated twitch of the swordsman’s eye. Annoying Zoro was quite possibly Sanji’s favorite part of the dishwashing ritual. He couldn’t remember, really, how this routine had started. He used to make the guys take turns doing dishes with him, but somehow it ended up being Zoro
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Your fics are always amazing. XD I love to re-read them, and I'm always excited when I see you've posted something. This was wonderful, and I'm having a problem picking out individual things that I liked about it. So I'll just say I love it, and *Adds to memories*
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So totally Sanji. XD I love the entire tension of the fic, the whole "What-is-going-to-happen" coupled with witty lines just makes me fuzzy inside.
If I fail my math exam tomorrow, I'm blaming it on your writing. x)
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