Mine
Title: Mine
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Usopp x Nami
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Usopp tries to get in a sketch of Nami without her noticing.
[--]
He saw her about to turn her head so he quickly looked down, pretending to draw something from his head.
He looked down at his sketch of her, lying around in her bikini, smiling at the contours of her body. He kept going over the line of her waist, making that line just a tad darker than the others.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Usopp jumped in the air, more than a little freaked out.
He whirled around, “you scared me!”
Sanji paid him no mind, just stayed where he was, bending over to take a look at Usopp’s sketch. “What are you doing?”
“Drawing, what does it look like?”
“While Nami is unaware you pervert?”
“Me? You’re the pervert!”
Sanji took a hold of his sketch faster than Usopp could react and held it close to his face.
Zoro walked by at that moment. “Keep looking eyebrows, that’s about as close to a woman you’ll ever get.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Sanji yelled after him, Zoro not even bothering to retort.
Sanji returned his attention to Usopp, “It’s mine.”
“What! No way!”
Sanji held the picture of Nami close to him, “I’m your friend Usopp.”
“No you’re not! And what kind of crap reasoning is that?”
The paper got snatched out of Sanji’s hands, and Sanji whirled around fast, ready to yell at the marimo. Only it wasn’t the marimo.
Both of them turned to see Nami inspecting the sketch of herself.
They were both dead silent, Usopp not daring to explain the pin up sketch of her and Sanji not wanting to admit he had really, really wanted that sketch.
Nami eventually broke into a smile, “thanks Usopp.”
She began to walk away, holding the sketch up. “It’s mine now.”
Usopp grinned stupidly, “o.k.”
“Asshole,” Sanji muttered.
[--]
A.N. Kinda makes you wonder why Nami wants a sketch of herself huh?
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Usopp x Nami
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Usopp tries to get in a sketch of Nami without her noticing.
[--]
He saw her about to turn her head so he quickly looked down, pretending to draw something from his head.
He looked down at his sketch of her, lying around in her bikini, smiling at the contours of her body. He kept going over the line of her waist, making that line just a tad darker than the others.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Usopp jumped in the air, more than a little freaked out.
He whirled around, “you scared me!”
Sanji paid him no mind, just stayed where he was, bending over to take a look at Usopp’s sketch. “What are you doing?”
“Drawing, what does it look like?”
“While Nami is unaware you pervert?”
“Me? You’re the pervert!”
Sanji took a hold of his sketch faster than Usopp could react and held it close to his face.
Zoro walked by at that moment. “Keep looking eyebrows, that’s about as close to a woman you’ll ever get.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Sanji yelled after him, Zoro not even bothering to retort.
Sanji returned his attention to Usopp, “It’s mine.”
“What! No way!”
Sanji held the picture of Nami close to him, “I’m your friend Usopp.”
“No you’re not! And what kind of crap reasoning is that?”
The paper got snatched out of Sanji’s hands, and Sanji whirled around fast, ready to yell at the marimo. Only it wasn’t the marimo.
Both of them turned to see Nami inspecting the sketch of herself.
They were both dead silent, Usopp not daring to explain the pin up sketch of her and Sanji not wanting to admit he had really, really wanted that sketch.
Nami eventually broke into a smile, “thanks Usopp.”
She began to walk away, holding the sketch up. “It’s mine now.”
Usopp grinned stupidly, “o.k.”
“Asshole,” Sanji muttered.
[--]
A.N. Kinda makes you wonder why Nami wants a sketch of herself huh?