[ it's quieter in the room than it feels like it should be, because when he's with zoro, everything is about chaos and noise, about fighting at the top of their lungs, about groaning their frustration, even about being surrounded by all of their friends who happen to carry their own sense of liveliness.
but right now, it's just them, managing patience and willingness, an effort to understand, that sanji can hear the bed sink beneath zoro's weight as he sits down and even the breath he takes before he finally speaks out what's needed to be said.
for a moment, sanji wonders if he should be more surprised. but the hints had been there, from the moment annie had mentioned something between those two, to zoro's defensiveness of tsu-chan against his interactions, to the entire living situation that sanji had insisted he was somehow keeping in line by moving himself in. that part doesn't bring any surprise. sanji had predicted the marriage bit already.
it's the rest of it that makes him still, that keeps him staring at zoro in that pensive silence, brow a little furrowed to suggest the collecting of his own thoughts. ]
—the hell do you mean by that?
[ he mutters, quietly albeit a little annoyed. cigarette still between his fingers, he brings up a hand, rubbing it against his temple as he closes his eyes, sighing yet again. he feels like he'll lose all of his breath with how much zoro's words and actions seem to keep drawing it all out of him. ]
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but right now, it's just them, managing patience and willingness, an effort to understand, that sanji can hear the bed sink beneath zoro's weight as he sits down and even the breath he takes before he finally speaks out what's needed to be said.
for a moment, sanji wonders if he should be more surprised. but the hints had been there, from the moment annie had mentioned something between those two, to zoro's defensiveness of tsu-chan against his interactions, to the entire living situation that sanji had insisted he was somehow keeping in line by moving himself in. that part doesn't bring any surprise. sanji had predicted the marriage bit already.
it's the rest of it that makes him still, that keeps him staring at zoro in that pensive silence, brow a little furrowed to suggest the collecting of his own thoughts. ]
—the hell do you mean by that?
[ he mutters, quietly albeit a little annoyed. cigarette still between his fingers, he brings up a hand, rubbing it against his temple as he closes his eyes, sighing yet again. he feels like he'll lose all of his breath with how much zoro's words and actions seem to keep drawing it all out of him. ]
Of course it makes a difference.