[ sanji's no stranger to this post-party feeling. how many celebrations did the straw hats join into on the islands they visited, being offered booze by the locals as thanks for saving them out of a pinch? how many nights at sea resulted in hours of the crew's boisterous laughter upon the deck as they chugged drinks between dances choreographed to the tune of brook's medleys? for a pirate, none of this should be new, especially for a searfaring cook who's made more than his fair share of hangover breakfasts, and yet he's never felt quite this groggy in the morning that followed.
he definitely hasn't forgotten any of the events either, at least he doesn't think so, recalling daring things spoken, significant promises made, promiscuous acts performed — it's all a swirl of simply too much that he hasn't even had the ample time allowed to decide whether some of it is worth regretting or not.
right now, all he cares about is getting clean.
he's in his room, stripping himself of last night's clothes, catching peeks in the mirror of all the markings that assure nothing had been a dream, not with the evidence of love bites and scratches along his neck and collar, some carrying over to his back — and not all created by one solitary person, either.
kicking off his trousers, he sighs, standing there in the middle of his room trying to navigate through the headache as he peers around the space, looking for his towel so he can wrap it around himself before heading to the bath.
before he gets a chance to, he hears the call of his name somewhere else on the boat, confusion slow to unravel itself in his mind, knowing for sure it isn't tsukuyo's voice (and definitely not zoro's), but not quite sure why he would be hearing aerith here, no matter how well he knows the voice to be hers. it's what keeps himself on a delay by the time she does reach his room, quick enough to catch him standing in the middle of it, naked from head to toe. ]
Aerith-chan ... ? [ he blinks at her, brain slowly reconfiguring itself before he acknowledges his current lack of wear. considering their history of how much she's seen him naked, there's no reason to feel modest about it, but a red tint still spreads on his cheeks anyway as his hands move to cup over his crotch for a makeshift censoring. ] I was just — I was about to — [ wait, she asked a question. ] Of course you can! I mean — you ... want to stay here?
neither is this
he definitely hasn't forgotten any of the events either, at least he doesn't think so, recalling daring things spoken, significant promises made, promiscuous acts performed — it's all a swirl of simply too much that he hasn't even had the ample time allowed to decide whether some of it is worth regretting or not.
right now, all he cares about is getting clean.
he's in his room, stripping himself of last night's clothes, catching peeks in the mirror of all the markings that assure nothing had been a dream, not with the evidence of love bites and scratches along his neck and collar, some carrying over to his back — and not all created by one solitary person, either.
kicking off his trousers, he sighs, standing there in the middle of his room trying to navigate through the headache as he peers around the space, looking for his towel so he can wrap it around himself before heading to the bath.
before he gets a chance to, he hears the call of his name somewhere else on the boat, confusion slow to unravel itself in his mind, knowing for sure it isn't tsukuyo's voice (and definitely not zoro's), but not quite sure why he would be hearing aerith here, no matter how well he knows the voice to be hers. it's what keeps himself on a delay by the time she does reach his room, quick enough to catch him standing in the middle of it, naked from head to toe. ]
Aerith-chan ... ? [ he blinks at her, brain slowly reconfiguring itself before he acknowledges his current lack of wear. considering their history of how much she's seen him naked, there's no reason to feel modest about it, but a red tint still spreads on his cheeks anyway as his hands move to cup over his crotch for a makeshift censoring. ] I was just — I was about to — [ wait, she asked a question. ] Of course you can! I mean — you ... want to stay here?