[Recipe No.13] [Action, directed to Zoro.]

[lovecook_175]

*Despite having spent the majority of the day furiously cooking for the chefs in the restaurant to take his mind off previous events, Sanji still forced himself to head back to his room to freshen up. He said he would barge in to visit the marimo, didn't he?

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[my_resolve]

[He'd left Ace's room a long while ago, taking a lot of what they spoke about into consideration before finally just deciding to sleep so that his body could rest and his wounds could heal. He had to turn his head away from where the blond cook had kicked him in the face, for a reason he still didn't quite understand, after all he didn't do anything, it had been the cook's fault that he misunderstood.

Once he'd found a comfortable position he'd fallen asleep fast, face softened if only slightly and snores soon ensued throughout the room. Even in deepest sleep he had the sensation of being watched, but his body didn't feel threatened so he paid it no heed.]

[lovecook_175]

*The blond made himself comfortable on the end of the swordsman's bed, long legs crossed, giving the other man a glance every moment or so before looking out the window. It still troubled him that the sea wasn't in sight. It was unnerving to the cook, who had grown up on the ocean. He faintly wondered if Zoro felt the same.

Wandering eyes caught on the red imprint on the swordsman's face, studying it with amusement. Did he really hit that hard? A smirk formed at how pissed off Zoro would be to have evidence of the cook's victory so visible on his face.
Crawling over to get a better look, he couldn't help but to reach out and trace fingertips over the indent, just to check how deep it was. It looked sore, so he didn't add too much pressure - he wasn't too keen on the idea of waking up the marimo in this position. But he was curious, regarding the red mark with both touch and sight. While the idiot was snoring like that, it couldn't hurt to let curiosity take over, could it?*

[my_resolve]

[Eyes squeezed in concentration, something or someone was touching him. He swatted towards the obstacle halfheartedly, considering it more of a minor nuisance and rolled onto his side with a grunt. He'd been having a good dream one that he wanted to get back to as he resolutely ignored the intrusion.]

[lovecook_175]

*The shift had the cook jerking back his hand, just missing the lazy swat by inches. Shit, nearly woke up the bastard there. He'd have to be more careful. Or simply not bother the idiot at all.
With a frown, he sat back, watching the swordsman warily. Should he wake him? Or let him sleep? He didn't see any point in attacking Zoro for a second time that day. Sighing, he set his cigarette back to his lips and cast his eyes back to the window.*