[Someone
doesn't appreciate what he's stuck in.
It's not the main outfit he's got a problem with, either, like the pants and shirt - being more comfortable than half the shit he's seen. Even the questionable headpiece that puts his masculine pride on the line, he can deal with.
But. The shoes. Or what the fuck ever they are.
Oh ho, he's
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So he just stares at Sanji flatly when he first comes across him.]
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However, there's something lacking in Sanji's rebuttal. It's made up of more scowl than bite, both of which are soon dropped completely, followed quickly by silent assessment - simply because he's trying to work out the meaning of Zoro's silence.
It's hard to ignore when his usual source of irritation passes up on verbal grilling. Because the status quo is all Sanji's concerned with... really.]
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[Then there's the flicker of irritable discomfort, feeling Sanji's scrutiny when he doesn't want to be scrutinized. Oh, noticing less than adequate ribbing today, are we cook? Sorry, he can fix that.]
Che, you can barely balance and you're not gonna get much speed or power from those spindly things...Although [:|a] coming to a point like that, guess they could be used for stabbing- [Except ngh, this is coming out way more vague and analytically disengaged than insulting, which Zoro seems to realize after a moment, because he adds abruptly]
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That was just sad. And Sanji's nose wrinkles like he's caught wind of something strange, followed by a quick roll of the eyes.]
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What keeps him from asking immediately is that Zoro's not completely out of form, here; just seeming... distracted, and Sanji certainly caught that discomforted air. So with quiet ease and the decision made, he slides right back to the ribbing]
Tch, you're just lucky Luffy ate us out again. I don't have time to test your shitty theories. [He can balance just fine, thanks. 8|]
... [Another pause, and then he places a hand on his chin in mock-thought] Damn, but I could really use a pack-mule right now.
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This he can do; it even makes things a little easier as he steadily works on shrugging off the image of the grave and the shattered promises buried in it. Thinking about it is the definition of pointless.]
Like hell, eyebrow. Shopping's your job, I'm not carrying crap for you.
[And yet he's not leaving. >_>a]
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The least you could do is help out the guy who feeds you every shitty day. [That's like owning you. 8| Sorta.
And oh, Sanji notices this lack of leaving. Which is why he turns and staaaaaaarts walking for the grocery.
C'mon, shopping cart. You know you want to.]
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mutter mutter]
If your skinny arms can't handle the load... [...] We'd better be getting booze.
[...Shut up. 8|]
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Regardless. Muwah. Someone is a lot more cheerful atm]
Did you already go through the last batch? [You're part fish... a fish that should be drunk but isn't]
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It's been a week. [Clearly it's unreasonable to expect a measly half dozen barrels worth of booze to last longer than that. Also, a brooding frown.] ...N'I think Nami's been raiding my stash. [Bottles hidden under his bed-how did she find them? 8|a]
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Sanji doesn't look surprised to hear Nami might've raided his stash. Truth be told, Sanji's contemplated the idea now and again. Sharing is caring, right?
He just hopes it's not because Nami's feeling particularly down about something.]
Maaah, well. Everything's free anyway.
... And a week? Do you even drink water?
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Hn? No shit I do, cook, everyone drinks water. [Heavy overtones of duh, are you dumb or something? It's water, Sanji. Necessary for rehydrating, best thing after a workout? Sheesh. 8|]
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And subtle twitch, mouth screwing into a soured pout.] I know that, shithead! [Just... >_> He hardly sees you drink it.
By now they've entered the grocery proper, so Sanji doesn't have much time to reflect on his own petty irritation. There is FOOD to be bought.
Onward, shopping cart. *_*]
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