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[serving_love]

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—

...

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

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Re: [private] /giving him a DUH look

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

It's wet. Your jacket's dry.

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

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Oh. Right.

...Fire's really fucking warm now.

[private] /sits on log and roasts fish

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

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

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

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

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

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

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

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

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

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

Good. I'll toss him a few.

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

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...Nah, I'm fine.

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

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

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

...Alright.

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

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

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Yeah, not bad for a half-assed meal.

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

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

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

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

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

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

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

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?

/looks Caught for a moment, then nonchalantly glances away

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

Or that.

Huh? Nothing. And that was half your fault.

/is the one who keeps looking at Zoro now

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...That was zero percent my fault, dumbass.

1/2 /can feel that, and fiddles with his stick

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

/abruptly moves to sit v. close to Sanji, eyes flicking to meet Sanji's briefly & then away

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

...Your spot here is better.

/slow grin, casually leans back on his hands, one placed behind Zoro so his arm's sort of around him

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...Uh-huh. Of course it is.

/doesn't look at him, but stays there and proceeds to roast another fish

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

Che. Shut up.

/picks up his own stick to roast another, leaning against Zoro slightly

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

What, I was agreeing with you.

/leans back the same amount, some of the tension leaving his shoulders

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

Sure you were.

/abruptly turns his head and buries his nose in Zoro's hair, hand creeping around to rest on his hip

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...We should do shit like this more often.

>.> Thread's more than a month old...

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

[after a moment, his lip quirks up and he flicks Sanji in the leg]

Shit like crashing into the ocean on a dragon and roasting fish?

[ignoring the not-cuddling. But not pulling away from it, either. :|b]

*____* WHO CARES. \o/

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

[grins, tightening his arm briefly before turning back to the fire to watch his fish]

Shit like camping away from the ship and everyone else. [pause] Not that we're camping out here, but—you know what I mean.

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

[Hm. Camping, huh...] Ah. Guess it's got its advantages.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Yeah, like no interruptions. [glances over at where Shitty Dragon is curled up] Unless that guy gets rowdy, I guess.

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

[Tilting his head and lifting a brow, accompanied by an idle smirk.]

Not like we're really doing shit worth interrupting.

[Not strictly true, but still. Zoro belatedly pulls his fish out of the fire and makes something of an 'oops' face. It's burnt nearly black.]

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

[lifts an eyebrow back at him]

That's because you won't let me do shit worth interrupting. Kissing aside. [frowns at the blackened fish] ...Not that I'm complaining—the hell, do I need to cook everything for you?

[pulls his own fish out, which is somehow cooked perfectly despite the fact that he was only halfway paying attention to it]