Delivery Boy 1.2
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That night, the three of them sat on the couch watching a movie that Mihawk had rented. Zoro and Perona had been in his room, Perona walking in like she usually did to talk when Mihawk ordered the two of them to watch it with him. Perona always got excited about movie night, something Zoro couldn't say for himself. Mihawk's taste in movies was so bizarre and unlike his own.
Zoro sat there in the middle of the couch between the two, grumbling and a little disturbed when he shouldn't be, since he had seen the sight so many times.
On his left, Mihawk was in his fluffy wine red robe again, his arm positioned on the armrest and looking like a stone statue while holding his red wine in hand. On the right Perona was sitting in her shorts and a tank top, a pajama set that had teddy bears on them, with her feet curled under her as she leaned on Zoro.
The only thing the two of them had in common was that their faces were covered in some green stuff, which Perona explained was an exfoliating facial cleanser. Zoro had no problem with Perona having it on her face, she was a woman after all, but Mihawk was a different story. They had their faces completely covered in it, the skin around their eyeballs untouched. But Mihawk had a little border around his beard; and it made him look really, really weird.
Perona had tried to convince Zoro to put on the facial cleanser as well, claiming it would be good for his skin, but he was firm in his repudiate. There was no force on earth that would ever convince him to put that shit on his face, no matter how much it would, 'help his pores.'
Zoro crossed his arms over his chest, watching the previews before the movie started, looking over to see the black cat on Mihawk's lap. He hated that cat. It was bad enough it was named Dracula, but that cat seemed like the spawn of the devil its self. Perona thought it wasn't cute enough and when she tried to put a pink collar on its neck it scratched her arms and hissed at her before disappearing around a corner. Since that day Perona hated him too.
Half its tail was missing; it walked with a limp, hissed at anyone except Mihawk and seemed to see right through your very soul. It had been run over by every car in the state and still managed to survive. It was a black furry cockroach. It was pure evil, but for some reason it was really loyal to Mihawk.
Mihawk had his regular stone face as he stroked the cat, who looked just as deadly at its owner. It gave Zoro the creeps. Zoro turned his head away and tried to pay attention to the screen, wondering why Mihawk didn't watch this with Shanks instead of them. He was sure Shanks would love watching it with him, so Zoro wasn't all too sure why Mihawk insisted that he watch, I Love You Phillip Morris.
It was the first time Mihawk had picked a movie remotely close to romance. Usually he picked horror or dramas, but this movie was a bit comical too, something Zoro hadn't expected. Jim Carrey's character, Steven Russell, reminded him of Usopp a little.
Even Zoro had to smirk when Cleavon played the song Chance's Are after Phillip Morris paid him ten dollars and cussed at the guards when they yelled at him to turn it off. "NO MOTHERFUCKER! MY WORD IS MY BOND BITCH!"
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The phone was ringing. Again. It hadn't even been five minutes since that last call. He gritted his teeth. He hated answering the phone. Ever since the website had been down, Shanks declaring it would be the world's prettiest and best website the world had ever seen, the world would weep upon seeing it (it seemed Luffy had invited Usopp over one too many times), Zoro had been answering phone calls all day.
He answered the phone, much to his dislike. "Kuraigana Bouquets. This is Zoro speaking, how may I help you?"
"Oh hey," it was another male voice. "I wanted to order some flower arrangements for a beautiful woman, but I noticed your website was down."
"It's under construction now," Zoro repeated for the billionth time that day. "But we are still taking orders sir." He had checked the site himself, it very clearly said orders could still be taken, and the number was just below. But for some reason people still mentioned the site was down. As if Zoro wouldn't know.
"Excellent. It's her birthday on Thursday and I wanted to give her a spectacular arrangement, one only meant for her."
Zoro furrowed his eyebrows, somehow this cheesy-ness he was hearing was familiar to him. "Well we have birthday specials, Roses, Daisies and Lilies are popular. We also have pink carnations, chicks love those."
"No!" the guy on the other end said suddenly. "It has to be special!" He sighed, "I can't do this, I need to see the arrangements myself."
"Sir, you could always come in. Our directions are listed on the website."
"What time do you close?"
Zoro tried not to bark at the idiot, for that too was listed. "5:00 p.m."
"Hmm, I think I can make it before then. Kay, that's all bye," and hung up.
Zoro went back to work making deliveries here and there. He managed to make them all before 4:30, which gave him plenty of time to clean up before closing.
He was mopping the floor when he saw a suited blond walk his way to the entrance. Zoro cursed under his breath, he was hoping no more customers would come in before closing. He had spent all day talking to customers, and he really hated talking.
"Roronoa, customer."
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He was overly relieved, he managed to make it on time. It was 4:36, twenty-four minutes before closing. He had to speed through the freeway to get there, but it was worth it to get Robin the best flower arrangement ever.
It looked like a nice enough place, it was small but well kept. The exterior was white, the place looking like a giant gazebo with walls. There were pots all around the outside and with some flowers hanging from the roof. He smiled and made his way to the door, seeing a guy moping the floor.
He could see him clearly; mopping and his head turned a bit to look at the back of the store. He was pretty tall, probably his height or taller. Sanji raised an eyebrow at the guy's appearance. He had green hair for starters, and three earrings dangling form his left ear, and on the bulky side. What he was doing working at a flower shop when he looked like he would be better working in a fitness store or a junkyard, he couldn't say.
He walked in between the pillars, noticing they had rolling steel doors instead of traditional doors, and heard the guy bark over his shoulder. "I can see that Mihawk!" He then put the mop aside and made his way over to greet him like nothing had happened. "Hi. Welcome to Kuraigana Bouquets. What can I do for you?" he asked, looking like he wanted to do anything at the moment but help him.
The guy was wearing combat boots and a white t-shirt with the words, 'Violence' written across his chest. Was the place in so desperate need of a worker they hired Rambo? And he didn't notice until he was close, but he had a pretty nasty scar going down his left eye. The color in his left eye was a little duller than his right, but not by much. He wondered if he could see out of it.
Sanji shook his head and managed a smile, always the polite one. "I called earlier about the birthday arrangements, I was wondering if I could take a look at them."
The guy looked so dead serious, like he had nothing in life to make him the least bit excited. He only nodded and walked towards the desk where the register was. "You can take a look at the book if you want. There's more of a selection there than the ones we have in the display rack."
Sanji followed him, taking note that the guy was an inch taller than him. Damn. But he still had no idea what this guy was doing working here. The seaweed head took out a book and flipped it open, then pointed to the page. "These are the birthday arrangements, but you could get ones from the different sections, weddings and what not, you just need to change the card."
"Well duh," he smirked, then looked down.
He could tell the guy wanted to cause him bodily harm at the comment but had controlled himself. He ignored him and looked at all the arrangements, then began to mutter to himself. "No, these won't do. She deserves much better."
He flipped a page. "My beautiful Robin-chan deserves something more special than this."
At the words Robin-chan Zoro knew who was in the store. It was the famous 'prince' himself. He had to contain his chuckles. Sanji kept flipping through the pages, then found one he liked. "I like this, but could you get a purple vase? That's Robin-can's favorite color."
Zoro nodded. "Yeah, it costs like five bucks more, but you could do that."
"Anything for my lovely Robin-chan!" Sanji smiled, clasping his hands together with a love struck look on his face.
Zoro could see why Nami groaned whenever she received flowers from the guy, he was really annoying. And loud. He would get along well with Perona. Zoro took out the planner, which was used to write down the information he needed. "This is for Robin I presume," he smirked. "Where do you want it delivered?"
"At her job, 458 Garden Oasis, same city and zip code as here."
Zoro nodded, writing it down. "What do you want written on the card?"
"Dearest Robin-chan," Sanji sighed, and continued to sprout total bullshit left and right, making Zoro write everything down even though Zoro glared at him in a vain attempt to get him to stop. And again, he signed it 'Prince.'
Zoro's hands hurt by the end of it. "It's gonna come out to $86.34. How do you want to pay?'
Sanji took out his wallet. "Debit card." He paid, and waited for his receipt, eying the green haired guy. He wasn't able to contain his curiosity any longer so he blurted out. "You don't look like the flower kind of guy."
The guy eyed him. "I'm not."
"Do you," Sanji paused. "Make the arrangements?" he inquired.
The guy burst into laughter. "No way!" he took a moment to catch his breath. "I make the deliveries. Perona, she's in the back," he stuck a thumb towards the behind the register. "She makes the arrangements."
Sanji sighed, then laughed himself. "That's good. I was worried for the arrangement. No offense."
The guy smirked. "Don't worry about it."
Sanji liked this guy; he was real easy going despite the gruff exterior. He stuck out a hand, "Sanji."
Zoro almost told him 'I know' when he realized how creepy that would have sounded he stuck out his hand. "Zoro."
They stood there shaking hands and smiling at each other when Mihawk then chose to walk out of his office. He eyed them both, then turned away, making the situation seem more awkward that it really was. They quickly let go of each other's hands.
Sanji coughed. "That your boss?"
Zoro was staring at the direction where Mihawk had left. "Yeah. Ignore him, he's just," he paused. "Strange."
"Says the one with green hair." Sanji chuckled.
"At least I don't have funny eyebrows," Zoro said, almost in disinterest.
"Excuse me?" he snapped, not believing someone would say something like that to a customer.
Zoro looked at him in the eye, looking at him like he thought he was completely stupid. "You heard me."
Sanji gritted his teeth. "You have no right to insult my looks! You dress like G.I. Joe and work at a flower shop!"
He was starting to take back what he had previously thought about liking the guy. He was such a rude asshole. And talk about sensitive. He had said the hair thing as a joke. Though he was just as sensitive about his eyebrows, but that was different.
Zoro glared. "And I suppose you think you're all high and mighty, Mr. Prince?"
Sanji hated the way Zoro had said prince, in that mocking tone. It hurt more because he was the only person to ever call him that, even if he was making fun of him.
"Don't call me that! Only the ladies can call me that!"
Zoro snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure there's flocks of them calling you that."
"What would you know you tasteless bastard!?"
"More than you pretty boy."
"Shove it you steroid injected freak!"
"Make me you scrawny wimp."
"Oh that's it! I'm kicking your ass!" he tapped his shoes on the cement floor, ready to aim his kick at that ugly green hair of his.
"I'll love to see you try blondie."
As soon as he finished saying that his eyes widened and he took a step back. Sanji's foot would have dislocated his jaw if Zoro hadn't moved. The blond seemed pretty pissed that he had missed and aimed another kick at his face, but this time Zoro had time to block rather than dodge.
This guy was fast. Zoro beat him on strength, but this skinny assed twerp was faster, only by a little though. Sanji gritted his teeth when the kick that was supposed to shatter Zoro's ribs was caught. Zoro was smirking when he caught his ankle in a death grip and pushed back a little, almost playfully, making Sanji lose his balance.
Sanji growled and jumped in the air, ready to kick the side of his head. Zoro's eyes widened again and moved entirely out of the way, making Sanji crash into a shelf with three arrangements on them. He was on the ground, nursing a headache as Zoro glared down at him. "Look what you did!"
"Zoro! What did you do?" Sanji turned to see a beautiful pink haired woman gawking at them. She walked to Zoro. "You completely made a mess!" She pointed to the heap on the floor, ignoring Sanji.
"Me? It was that asshole starting fights!" He yelled, pointing at Sanji.
Sanji stood up and ran to Perona, taking her hand and kissing it, practically drooling on her. She looked just as disgusted as Zoro felt. "I'm so sorry to cause such a mess madame. How terribly rude of me." He smiled, "To make up for it I can prepare you a wonderful meal made by moi."
She yanked her hand away, taking a step back. "No way." She looked more than a little freaked out, clutching her coffin shaped purse closer to her.
"Are you sure? I can make anything you like," he rambled on. It was really giving Zoro a headache. He clearly didn't get the message.
Perona looked at Zoro, asking for help. He shrugged, not really able to do anything to stop the senseless idiot so she walked over to where he was and grabbed his arm, then looked at Sanji. "No thanks," she stated, and gestured her head at Zoro. "I don't think he would like that."
Sanj's face fell and it took all of Zoro's will to not laugh at him then and there. He had been upset that Perona had pretended they were dating, but it was worth it to see the blonde's crestfallen face. Sanji fixed his jacket, then bowed to Perona. "Forgive me." Then he looked at Zoro and sneered, it kind of reminded Zoro of Dracula, just, without the hissing.
He straightened himself out. "So it'll be delivered on Thursday, right?"
Zoro nodded. "Yeah."
Sanji nodded, bidding goodbye to Perona and completely ignoring Zoro and walked out the store. Perona and Zoro stood there, their arms still linked, looking as Sanji made his way to his car, stopping every step or two to whistle at the women walking past him on the street.
"What as that all about?" Perona asked, staring at the retreating form.
"No idea."
They both stared until Sanji got in his car and drove away, both silent over the entire ordeal.
"Perona."
"Yeah?"
"You can let go of my arm now."
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Chapter Two
That night, the three of them sat on the couch watching a movie that Mihawk had rented. Zoro and Perona had been in his room, Perona walking in like she usually did to talk when Mihawk ordered the two of them to watch it with him. Perona always got excited about movie night, something Zoro couldn't say for himself. Mihawk's taste in movies was so bizarre and unlike his own.
Zoro sat there in the middle of the couch between the two, grumbling and a little disturbed when he shouldn't be, since he had seen the sight so many times.
On his left, Mihawk was in his fluffy wine red robe again, his arm positioned on the armrest and looking like a stone statue while holding his red wine in hand. On the right Perona was sitting in her shorts and a tank top, a pajama set that had teddy bears on them, with her feet curled under her as she leaned on Zoro.
The only thing the two of them had in common was that their faces were covered in some green stuff, which Perona explained was an exfoliating facial cleanser. Zoro had no problem with Perona having it on her face, she was a woman after all, but Mihawk was a different story. They had their faces completely covered in it, the skin around their eyeballs untouched. But Mihawk had a little border around his beard; and it made him look really, really weird.
Perona had tried to convince Zoro to put on the facial cleanser as well, claiming it would be good for his skin, but he was firm in his repudiate. There was no force on earth that would ever convince him to put that shit on his face, no matter how much it would, 'help his pores.'
Zoro crossed his arms over his chest, watching the previews before the movie started, looking over to see the black cat on Mihawk's lap. He hated that cat. It was bad enough it was named Dracula, but that cat seemed like the spawn of the devil its self. Perona thought it wasn't cute enough and when she tried to put a pink collar on its neck it scratched her arms and hissed at her before disappearing around a corner. Since that day Perona hated him too.
Half its tail was missing; it walked with a limp, hissed at anyone except Mihawk and seemed to see right through your very soul. It had been run over by every car in the state and still managed to survive. It was a black furry cockroach. It was pure evil, but for some reason it was really loyal to Mihawk.
Mihawk had his regular stone face as he stroked the cat, who looked just as deadly at its owner. It gave Zoro the creeps. Zoro turned his head away and tried to pay attention to the screen, wondering why Mihawk didn't watch this with Shanks instead of them. He was sure Shanks would love watching it with him, so Zoro wasn't all too sure why Mihawk insisted that he watch, I Love You Phillip Morris.
It was the first time Mihawk had picked a movie remotely close to romance. Usually he picked horror or dramas, but this movie was a bit comical too, something Zoro hadn't expected. Jim Carrey's character, Steven Russell, reminded him of Usopp a little.
Even Zoro had to smirk when Cleavon played the song Chance's Are after Phillip Morris paid him ten dollars and cussed at the guards when they yelled at him to turn it off. "NO MOTHERFUCKER! MY WORD IS MY BOND BITCH!"
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The phone was ringing. Again. It hadn't even been five minutes since that last call. He gritted his teeth. He hated answering the phone. Ever since the website had been down, Shanks declaring it would be the world's prettiest and best website the world had ever seen, the world would weep upon seeing it (it seemed Luffy had invited Usopp over one too many times), Zoro had been answering phone calls all day.
He answered the phone, much to his dislike. "Kuraigana Bouquets. This is Zoro speaking, how may I help you?"
"Oh hey," it was another male voice. "I wanted to order some flower arrangements for a beautiful woman, but I noticed your website was down."
"It's under construction now," Zoro repeated for the billionth time that day. "But we are still taking orders sir." He had checked the site himself, it very clearly said orders could still be taken, and the number was just below. But for some reason people still mentioned the site was down. As if Zoro wouldn't know.
"Excellent. It's her birthday on Thursday and I wanted to give her a spectacular arrangement, one only meant for her."
Zoro furrowed his eyebrows, somehow this cheesy-ness he was hearing was familiar to him. "Well we have birthday specials, Roses, Daisies and Lilies are popular. We also have pink carnations, chicks love those."
"No!" the guy on the other end said suddenly. "It has to be special!" He sighed, "I can't do this, I need to see the arrangements myself."
"Sir, you could always come in. Our directions are listed on the website."
"What time do you close?"
Zoro tried not to bark at the idiot, for that too was listed. "5:00 p.m."
"Hmm, I think I can make it before then. Kay, that's all bye," and hung up.
Zoro went back to work making deliveries here and there. He managed to make them all before 4:30, which gave him plenty of time to clean up before closing.
He was mopping the floor when he saw a suited blond walk his way to the entrance. Zoro cursed under his breath, he was hoping no more customers would come in before closing. He had spent all day talking to customers, and he really hated talking.
"Roronoa, customer."
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He was overly relieved, he managed to make it on time. It was 4:36, twenty-four minutes before closing. He had to speed through the freeway to get there, but it was worth it to get Robin the best flower arrangement ever.
It looked like a nice enough place, it was small but well kept. The exterior was white, the place looking like a giant gazebo with walls. There were pots all around the outside and with some flowers hanging from the roof. He smiled and made his way to the door, seeing a guy moping the floor.
He could see him clearly; mopping and his head turned a bit to look at the back of the store. He was pretty tall, probably his height or taller. Sanji raised an eyebrow at the guy's appearance. He had green hair for starters, and three earrings dangling form his left ear, and on the bulky side. What he was doing working at a flower shop when he looked like he would be better working in a fitness store or a junkyard, he couldn't say.
He walked in between the pillars, noticing they had rolling steel doors instead of traditional doors, and heard the guy bark over his shoulder. "I can see that Mihawk!" He then put the mop aside and made his way over to greet him like nothing had happened. "Hi. Welcome to Kuraigana Bouquets. What can I do for you?" he asked, looking like he wanted to do anything at the moment but help him.
The guy was wearing combat boots and a white t-shirt with the words, 'Violence' written across his chest. Was the place in so desperate need of a worker they hired Rambo? And he didn't notice until he was close, but he had a pretty nasty scar going down his left eye. The color in his left eye was a little duller than his right, but not by much. He wondered if he could see out of it.
Sanji shook his head and managed a smile, always the polite one. "I called earlier about the birthday arrangements, I was wondering if I could take a look at them."
The guy looked so dead serious, like he had nothing in life to make him the least bit excited. He only nodded and walked towards the desk where the register was. "You can take a look at the book if you want. There's more of a selection there than the ones we have in the display rack."
Sanji followed him, taking note that the guy was an inch taller than him. Damn. But he still had no idea what this guy was doing working here. The seaweed head took out a book and flipped it open, then pointed to the page. "These are the birthday arrangements, but you could get ones from the different sections, weddings and what not, you just need to change the card."
"Well duh," he smirked, then looked down.
He could tell the guy wanted to cause him bodily harm at the comment but had controlled himself. He ignored him and looked at all the arrangements, then began to mutter to himself. "No, these won't do. She deserves much better."
He flipped a page. "My beautiful Robin-chan deserves something more special than this."
At the words Robin-chan Zoro knew who was in the store. It was the famous 'prince' himself. He had to contain his chuckles. Sanji kept flipping through the pages, then found one he liked. "I like this, but could you get a purple vase? That's Robin-can's favorite color."
Zoro nodded. "Yeah, it costs like five bucks more, but you could do that."
"Anything for my lovely Robin-chan!" Sanji smiled, clasping his hands together with a love struck look on his face.
Zoro could see why Nami groaned whenever she received flowers from the guy, he was really annoying. And loud. He would get along well with Perona. Zoro took out the planner, which was used to write down the information he needed. "This is for Robin I presume," he smirked. "Where do you want it delivered?"
"At her job, 458 Garden Oasis, same city and zip code as here."
Zoro nodded, writing it down. "What do you want written on the card?"
"Dearest Robin-chan," Sanji sighed, and continued to sprout total bullshit left and right, making Zoro write everything down even though Zoro glared at him in a vain attempt to get him to stop. And again, he signed it 'Prince.'
Zoro's hands hurt by the end of it. "It's gonna come out to $86.34. How do you want to pay?'
Sanji took out his wallet. "Debit card." He paid, and waited for his receipt, eying the green haired guy. He wasn't able to contain his curiosity any longer so he blurted out. "You don't look like the flower kind of guy."
The guy eyed him. "I'm not."
"Do you," Sanji paused. "Make the arrangements?" he inquired.
The guy burst into laughter. "No way!" he took a moment to catch his breath. "I make the deliveries. Perona, she's in the back," he stuck a thumb towards the behind the register. "She makes the arrangements."
Sanji sighed, then laughed himself. "That's good. I was worried for the arrangement. No offense."
The guy smirked. "Don't worry about it."
Sanji liked this guy; he was real easy going despite the gruff exterior. He stuck out a hand, "Sanji."
Zoro almost told him 'I know' when he realized how creepy that would have sounded he stuck out his hand. "Zoro."
They stood there shaking hands and smiling at each other when Mihawk then chose to walk out of his office. He eyed them both, then turned away, making the situation seem more awkward that it really was. They quickly let go of each other's hands.
Sanji coughed. "That your boss?"
Zoro was staring at the direction where Mihawk had left. "Yeah. Ignore him, he's just," he paused. "Strange."
"Says the one with green hair." Sanji chuckled.
"At least I don't have funny eyebrows," Zoro said, almost in disinterest.
"Excuse me?" he snapped, not believing someone would say something like that to a customer.
Zoro looked at him in the eye, looking at him like he thought he was completely stupid. "You heard me."
Sanji gritted his teeth. "You have no right to insult my looks! You dress like G.I. Joe and work at a flower shop!"
He was starting to take back what he had previously thought about liking the guy. He was such a rude asshole. And talk about sensitive. He had said the hair thing as a joke. Though he was just as sensitive about his eyebrows, but that was different.
Zoro glared. "And I suppose you think you're all high and mighty, Mr. Prince?"
Sanji hated the way Zoro had said prince, in that mocking tone. It hurt more because he was the only person to ever call him that, even if he was making fun of him.
"Don't call me that! Only the ladies can call me that!"
Zoro snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure there's flocks of them calling you that."
"What would you know you tasteless bastard!?"
"More than you pretty boy."
"Shove it you steroid injected freak!"
"Make me you scrawny wimp."
"Oh that's it! I'm kicking your ass!" he tapped his shoes on the cement floor, ready to aim his kick at that ugly green hair of his.
"I'll love to see you try blondie."
As soon as he finished saying that his eyes widened and he took a step back. Sanji's foot would have dislocated his jaw if Zoro hadn't moved. The blond seemed pretty pissed that he had missed and aimed another kick at his face, but this time Zoro had time to block rather than dodge.
This guy was fast. Zoro beat him on strength, but this skinny assed twerp was faster, only by a little though. Sanji gritted his teeth when the kick that was supposed to shatter Zoro's ribs was caught. Zoro was smirking when he caught his ankle in a death grip and pushed back a little, almost playfully, making Sanji lose his balance.
Sanji growled and jumped in the air, ready to kick the side of his head. Zoro's eyes widened again and moved entirely out of the way, making Sanji crash into a shelf with three arrangements on them. He was on the ground, nursing a headache as Zoro glared down at him. "Look what you did!"
"Zoro! What did you do?" Sanji turned to see a beautiful pink haired woman gawking at them. She walked to Zoro. "You completely made a mess!" She pointed to the heap on the floor, ignoring Sanji.
"Me? It was that asshole starting fights!" He yelled, pointing at Sanji.
Sanji stood up and ran to Perona, taking her hand and kissing it, practically drooling on her. She looked just as disgusted as Zoro felt. "I'm so sorry to cause such a mess madame. How terribly rude of me." He smiled, "To make up for it I can prepare you a wonderful meal made by moi."
She yanked her hand away, taking a step back. "No way." She looked more than a little freaked out, clutching her coffin shaped purse closer to her.
"Are you sure? I can make anything you like," he rambled on. It was really giving Zoro a headache. He clearly didn't get the message.
Perona looked at Zoro, asking for help. He shrugged, not really able to do anything to stop the senseless idiot so she walked over to where he was and grabbed his arm, then looked at Sanji. "No thanks," she stated, and gestured her head at Zoro. "I don't think he would like that."
Sanj's face fell and it took all of Zoro's will to not laugh at him then and there. He had been upset that Perona had pretended they were dating, but it was worth it to see the blonde's crestfallen face. Sanji fixed his jacket, then bowed to Perona. "Forgive me." Then he looked at Zoro and sneered, it kind of reminded Zoro of Dracula, just, without the hissing.
He straightened himself out. "So it'll be delivered on Thursday, right?"
Zoro nodded. "Yeah."
Sanji nodded, bidding goodbye to Perona and completely ignoring Zoro and walked out the store. Perona and Zoro stood there, their arms still linked, looking as Sanji made his way to his car, stopping every step or two to whistle at the women walking past him on the street.
"What as that all about?" Perona asked, staring at the retreating form.
"No idea."
They both stared until Sanji got in his car and drove away, both silent over the entire ordeal.
"Perona."
"Yeah?"
"You can let go of my arm now."
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Chapter Two