[ honestly, zoro could look much worse, sanji thinks, and he knows this because he's seen zoro at his worst and at this best and everything in between. though zoro still seems out of place in his uniform while sanji seems like he was fit precisely for it, he at least seems clean, even if sanji can catch a good whiff of the booze from the moment the door opens. not that he's one to complain with his own stink of nicotine. two peas in a pod, as always. ]
Not like I came all the way over here just to get some praise from you.
[ the routine weightless banter is a good thing. it's a sign that they're not as tense with one another as they could be. which means having a conversation ... could be possible. maybe.
he shuffles inside, his eye only vaguely gazing over the room, since he hardly cares about its condition. the fact that it's decently organized is more telling that they're without their crew than anything else, lacking stocks of food stored in hidden compartments for luffy's late night snack needs, medical books piled high from chopper's casual reading, knick knacks in clustered piles for inventions usopp had yet to create, blueprints for a new vehicle that franky would charge into battle, or pages of sheet music for new songs brook would hope to sing. the boys were always crowded in their rooms, enough for sanji to complain about it more often than not (preferring to bunk with nami-san and robin-chan, if he could), but it was home.
for being in his supposed dream paradise, sanji misses them more than he could properly say. just as he would never say that having zoro with him here helps ease the loneliness and pain of that distance more than that idiot would probably ever acknowledge.
but he'd never say that.
instead, he just takes a seat on the edge of the bed, pinching the cigarette from his lips to breathe out yet another sigh. ]
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Not like I came all the way over here just to get some praise from you.
[ the routine weightless banter is a good thing. it's a sign that they're not as tense with one another as they could be. which means having a conversation ... could be possible. maybe.
he shuffles inside, his eye only vaguely gazing over the room, since he hardly cares about its condition. the fact that it's decently organized is more telling that they're without their crew than anything else, lacking stocks of food stored in hidden compartments for luffy's late night snack needs, medical books piled high from chopper's casual reading, knick knacks in clustered piles for inventions usopp had yet to create, blueprints for a new vehicle that franky would charge into battle, or pages of sheet music for new songs brook would hope to sing. the boys were always crowded in their rooms, enough for sanji to complain about it more often than not (preferring to bunk with nami-san and robin-chan, if he could), but it was home.
for being in his supposed dream paradise, sanji misses them more than he could properly say. just as he would never say that having zoro with him here helps ease the loneliness and pain of that distance more than that idiot would probably ever acknowledge.
but he'd never say that.
instead, he just takes a seat on the edge of the bed, pinching the cigarette from his lips to breathe out yet another sigh. ]
Alright. I'm here.