[Fic] Good Morning, Good Morning~!
Of course I get an inspiring plot-bunny for a pairing I have missed, and the topic of onepieceyaoi100 gets changed. XP Please enjoy the fruits of my labor anyway.
Title: Good Morning, Good Morning~!
Topic: Fog
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG (just a liiiitle bit of language)
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Disclaimer: I sometimes wish they were mine, but they're not...
Summary: A foggy bathroom mirror can lead to all sorts of surprises.
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He could put up with a lot of things.
Normally.
Otherwise life on this crazy ship would get overwhelming mighty fast.
…But staring into the portrait of a rather demented Strawhat jolly roger doodled into the lingering fog coating the bathroom mirror was a bit much.
Sanji grimaced through a partial face of shaving soap and smeared the image away, steeling himself with the knowledge that Luffy’s artwork was enough to make even the most hardened of pirates cringe. The drawing had to be a leftover from yesterday’s washings; the only male with enough mental fortitude to get up before Sanji was the idiot swordsman.
…Who always managed to scatter little green whiskers everywhere when he shaved. One would think that a man who wielded a straight razor with the same skill as his swords could clean up after himself.
The blonde rolled his eyes, dabbing the last of the scented lather on his face with a small, ivory-handled brush. Several practiced strokes of his safety razor removed the stubble of his cheeks, a few more made the fuzz of an up-and-coming mustache disappear, and finally it was down to the maintenance of his carefully cultivated chin scruff.
Sanji thought it made him look sophisticated, no matter how many times Zoro teased him about not being able to grow a proper beard.
He leaned closer to the mirror, warm breath washing over the glass before he held his breath, trying to see around the returning haze.
And paused.
For there, scrawled across the corner of the mirror, were the words ‘’Morning, shithead.’
A soft bark of laughter was quickly stifled as he wiped the words away. That was as close to a ‘Good morning, handsome” as he could ever expect from the uncultured ass.
And that he could put up with.
Title: Good Morning, Good Morning~!
Topic: Fog
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG (just a liiiitle bit of language)
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Disclaimer: I sometimes wish they were mine, but they're not...
Summary: A foggy bathroom mirror can lead to all sorts of surprises.
_________________________________________________________
He could put up with a lot of things.
Normally.
Otherwise life on this crazy ship would get overwhelming mighty fast.
…But staring into the portrait of a rather demented Strawhat jolly roger doodled into the lingering fog coating the bathroom mirror was a bit much.
Sanji grimaced through a partial face of shaving soap and smeared the image away, steeling himself with the knowledge that Luffy’s artwork was enough to make even the most hardened of pirates cringe. The drawing had to be a leftover from yesterday’s washings; the only male with enough mental fortitude to get up before Sanji was the idiot swordsman.
…Who always managed to scatter little green whiskers everywhere when he shaved. One would think that a man who wielded a straight razor with the same skill as his swords could clean up after himself.
The blonde rolled his eyes, dabbing the last of the scented lather on his face with a small, ivory-handled brush. Several practiced strokes of his safety razor removed the stubble of his cheeks, a few more made the fuzz of an up-and-coming mustache disappear, and finally it was down to the maintenance of his carefully cultivated chin scruff.
Sanji thought it made him look sophisticated, no matter how many times Zoro teased him about not being able to grow a proper beard.
He leaned closer to the mirror, warm breath washing over the glass before he held his breath, trying to see around the returning haze.
And paused.
For there, scrawled across the corner of the mirror, were the words ‘’Morning, shithead.’
A soft bark of laughter was quickly stifled as he wiped the words away. That was as close to a ‘Good morning, handsome” as he could ever expect from the uncultured ass.
And that he could put up with.