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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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/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]

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

[bland look] No, I won't. But regardless of that.

[then a small scowl] And shut up, it's still edible. [takes a crunchy bite out of it to prove this fact.]

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

I know, I know.

[makes a face at him] Edible doesn't mean much, that shitty thing can't actually taste good. [removes his arm from Zoro's waist, bringing it back around to hold the other end of his stick so he can take a bite of his fish]

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] It works for making me not-hungry. [a slanted, amused look through thick lashes—no, he's not doing it on purpose. :|] Maybe I'll steal yours, though.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

[without missing a beat] If you want. Anything to please a lady, Zoro-chwan. [glances at him with a smirk...and then promptly gets distracted and just stares for a moment]

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

[doesn't notice, promptly digs a knuckle into Sanji's ribs] Ass. Don't call me 'chwan'. [But that's definitely a smirk on his face, too. Then he takes another big bite of his charbroiled specimen, cheeks chipmunk-ing out as he demonstrates how very much he does not need Sanji gifting him his.]

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

[laughs a bit as he snaps out of it] Yeah, okay. This time I'll listen to you. [watches him eat, can't help making a face again] Look, seriously, marimo, there's more fish. You can give that one to the dragon and cook another.

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

[pauses] [considers] [throws Shitty Dragon his burnt fish; it's snapped up out of the air] Yeah, okay. [goes to put a fresh fish on his stick.] And you should always listen to me about 'chwan'.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

I was being sarcastic. [nods in approval at the new fish, then goes about finishing off his own] In other words, I'm gonna keep calling you 'chwan'. Zoro-chwan.

[threeswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

...Don't make me shove this fishstick up your ass, cook. [menacing brandishing of fish-on-stick]

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

... [just gives him a totally unworried look] So unladylike, marimo.