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Ship's damaged, ain't much of a market here, still shitty dragons everywhere. We've been told they ain't all that dangerous, though. Ha, yeah, tell that to Franky, damn things nearly took down the whole mast and our sails look like shit. But there's a lot of ships in the harbor, so at least we know they've got the means to fix this.

Apparently this island is called Berk. Shitty name. The people here—

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Are they riding the—? What the hell. ...Back in a bit, gonna go take a closer look.

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Well I didn't think—! I mean. I figured you'd be—where the hell are your CLOTHES???

They're drying! Obviously!

...Actually, I think they're basically dry, too.

...Mm. Right. Drying. That's—that's—ahhhhhh~ ZORO-CHWAN IS SO PRETT—mmph alksdjf

lakjsdhfasdfkjhsa

Fuckshitfuck.

...Moron.

...Just get it out, idiot. I know a naked female is too much for you.

Maaah, well if you're just going to put it all on display like that, then how could I POSSIBLY keep myself from admiring your wonderful...assets~

......ASSETS THAT ARE AMONG THE LOVELIEST I'VE EVER SEEN!!!!

Display my ass! ...I mean, my ass isn't on display! ...Stop staring at my ass, shitty ero-cook!

Goddammit, think I'm feeling fucking sympathy for Nami.

But it was right there—OW.

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Okay. Think I'm good.

I'll let all that go without maiming you just this once, because it was provoked, through no fault of mine. Done now? Can we roast fish over an open bonfire now? I'm fucking starving.

......Yep. Done. Fish time. I'll just...go find some good sticks to roast them on real quick ~~and bang my head against a tree a few thousand times while I'm at it~~. Be right back.

Hn. Fine. Don't knock yourself unconscious.

Didn’t! Okay, shitty fish roasting time. Here, this one’s yours.

Right. Thanks.

Take your shirt off.

You're welco—ah? What, why?

It's wet. Your jacket's dry.

Oh. Right.

...Fire's really fucking warm now.

Yeah. Fires are generally like that when they're huge.

...Shitty Dragon's fish don't need to be roasted, do they?

Shut up, I meant with my jacket on instead of my shirt. It's heavier.

Doubt it, he'll probably eat it as is.

I knew that. What, so now it's too hot? Leave it off, then.

Good. I'll toss him a few.

...Nah, I'm fine.

He'll probably think you've poisoned them or something after that shitty death glare you gave him earlier.

...Alright.

Che. His loss, then. They're pretty good.

Yeah, not bad for a half-assed meal.

...Shit, you totally fucked up my smokes.

We should bring some back, maybe. You could actually do something with 'em.

What's this I fucked up your smokes, dumbass cook?

Mm. Or I could just send Luffy and Usopp fishing later.

You're the one who made him dive into the water, shitty swordsma—...what?

Or that.

Huh? Nothing. And that was half your fault.

/eyes immediately drop to where his arms are crossed, then away, then back, & alkjfds FLUSTERED MUCH

/gestures indignantly, then pauses and picks up his shirt

/just gives up and stares and is about to do a 180 into flaily heart spewing land :|

1/2 lmfao

/rolls eyes, turns, & jerks on shirt, then bends 4 pants. Trustingly assumes there'll be no pouncing

[private] /head tilt, staaare, stare some more, cue blush annnd EXPLOSION~

/scowling, pulling on pants, striding over to WHACK upside the head.

lmfao XD /manages to snap out of it, luckily hasn't lost his shirt full of fish :|

/pops one of the leftover floating hearts maliciously, then glares pointedly

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Re: [private] /giving him a DUH look

Re: [private] /puts jacket on, leaving it unbuttoned

[private] /sits on log and roasts fish

Re: [private] /just plops down on the ground to roast his

[private] /is rubbing his bare feet together because his shoes are still drying

Re: [private] /ignores that his are still wet, sitting cross-legged and staring absently at the fire

Re: [private] /is looking sideways at Sanji now that he's not looking back :|

Re: [private] /OBLIVIOUS.....eventually pulls a pack of soaked cigarettes out of his jacket pocket

/still just gazing at him the same way even when his words suggest he's glaring

/finally glances back at him, then looks somewhat startled when he notices him staring

/looks Caught for a moment, then nonchalantly glances away