[ for a second, he considers pointing out that "shut up" and "you have to talk to me" are contradicting statements, proving even further how stupid zoro is, mostly because he's looking for any present excuse to criticize him as a whole just to steer back away from everything he'd just finished confessing.
but the part that he lingers on is "you're my crew", because it reminds sanji that they happen to be the only strawhats present in this city, which means that, whether sanji wants to admit it or not, even more so than all the attractive women he's come across — zoro is the most important person that's currently with him here.
except immediately as the thought snakes through him, he feels the urge to gag so he just pretends it never crossed his mind at all. of course it would be his luck to get stranded somewhere with the marimo instead of nami-san or robin-chan.
minutes ago, he'd dreaded the idea of being in front of him, knowing he couldn't stand having to face the weight of his guilt with zoro's accusations, aware of how justified he'd been to slam him with it. but as zoro makes his offer now, the fire in him ignites, stronger than a craving for a cigarette, hot and burning for it, for the only way they've ever been able to attempt settling their differences, their anger, their trials — fighting it out.
whether it's from the unresolved frustration towards the swordsman or the need for self-inflicted punishment, he wants to taste the cut of blood on his lips, to feel the sting of bruises against his ribs, to hear the animalistic snarl in his own throat. leave it to zoro to be the only one capable of getting sanji to want to be unclean, to be improper, to meet feral with feral. ]
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but the part that he lingers on is "you're my crew", because it reminds sanji that they happen to be the only strawhats present in this city, which means that, whether sanji wants to admit it or not, even more so than all the attractive women he's come across — zoro is the most important person that's currently with him here.
except immediately as the thought snakes through him, he feels the urge to gag so he just pretends it never crossed his mind at all. of course it would be his luck to get stranded somewhere with the marimo instead of nami-san or robin-chan.
minutes ago, he'd dreaded the idea of being in front of him, knowing he couldn't stand having to face the weight of his guilt with zoro's accusations, aware of how justified he'd been to slam him with it. but as zoro makes his offer now, the fire in him ignites, stronger than a craving for a cigarette, hot and burning for it, for the only way they've ever been able to attempt settling their differences, their anger, their trials — fighting it out.
whether it's from the unresolved frustration towards the swordsman or the need for self-inflicted punishment, he wants to taste the cut of blood on his lips, to feel the sting of bruises against his ribs, to hear the animalistic snarl in his own throat. leave it to zoro to be the only one capable of getting sanji to want to be unclean, to be improper, to meet feral with feral. ]
Where's this ship?
[ because he's going. ]