Luck Has Nothing To Do With It
One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda/Shueisha and I make no claim to it.
Sanji had been stuck with sulfurous, uncooperative matches since his old lighter had been waterlogged and left behind on the Baratie. No more. Cigarette between his lips, he was about to click his new treasure alight for the first time when he noticed Zoro’s staring.
Sanji pointed the unlit cigarette at him. “Thinking about taking up the habit?”
"You brought a red lighter onto the ship." Zoro usually reserved that tone for accusing him of touching those shitty katana.
"Red's a good color for me."
Zoro lunged.
Sanji cursed and swung a foot, going for a fight while Zoro was going only for the lighter. Grabbing the apparently cursed object from the cook's hand, he threw it hard over the rail.
"You..." The need for a smoke, a smoke now, just barely won out over the desire to kick the shit-swordsman's head in. Sanji started checking his pants pockets for matches he knew weren't there.
"Here." The flame Zoro offered was from a white lighter, probably from the same shop as the one that was now underwater. Not cheap, and not something Zoro would have any personal use for.
Sanji hid his smile behind the hand holding the cigarette as he accepted the light. "Where I come from, it's the white ones that are unlucky."
Zoro squinted. "You don't actually believe that shit, do you?"
Sanji had been stuck with sulfurous, uncooperative matches since his old lighter had been waterlogged and left behind on the Baratie. No more. Cigarette between his lips, he was about to click his new treasure alight for the first time when he noticed Zoro’s staring.
Sanji pointed the unlit cigarette at him. “Thinking about taking up the habit?”
"You brought a red lighter onto the ship." Zoro usually reserved that tone for accusing him of touching those shitty katana.
"Red's a good color for me."
Zoro lunged.
Sanji cursed and swung a foot, going for a fight while Zoro was going only for the lighter. Grabbing the apparently cursed object from the cook's hand, he threw it hard over the rail.
"You..." The need for a smoke, a smoke now, just barely won out over the desire to kick the shit-swordsman's head in. Sanji started checking his pants pockets for matches he knew weren't there.
"Here." The flame Zoro offered was from a white lighter, probably from the same shop as the one that was now underwater. Not cheap, and not something Zoro would have any personal use for.
Sanji hid his smile behind the hand holding the cigarette as he accepted the light. "Where I come from, it's the white ones that are unlucky."
Zoro squinted. "You don't actually believe that shit, do you?"