[ sanji hopes he isn't here. maybe by some luck, the idiot wandered off the side of the ship and sunk down in the water, pulled down by some heavy chains. it seems such a satisfying thought for a few brief seconds before he realizes the disappointment he'd feel in not getting to bash his heel in his face himself. between that clumsy incident at the ball, the entire living situation with tsukuyo-chan, and the weight of their conversation over his abandonment, sanji has more than enough excuses to want to knock zoro around, and the promise of facing those blades with his boots is the only thing that keeps him devoted to this hunt to find him.
( there's no underlying concern in it, nothing about the subtle worry he'd expressed to tsukuyo about whether zoro had become malnutritioned without him around knowing he'd be doing nothing but drinking booze and ingesting anything without too much care, nothing about seeking the comforting reassurance of having one of his nakama with him in this place, nothing about wanting to look zoro in the eye to make sure he knows that the trust they'd held for one another had never been a lie even if he'd screwed things up —
no, he just wants a fight to fuel his anxious frustration through something and be rewarded with the idiot's bloody face beneath his heel. )
when he hears a pair of screaming voices, he briefly wonders if it's tsukuyo on board, before he sees a flashing blonde blur over the side that strikes him with a different kind of familiarity that he can't immediately put his finger, not before he's immediately sidetracked by the suddenly flying anchor that shoots right in his direction. ]
That fucking—!
[ he swiftly hops up, long legs spinning through the air as his body swirls with power, just in time for his foot to meet the anchor right before it collides into him, batting it back out across the water, far enough into the distance to not see where it lands.
heaving from the surprise when he lands back on the dock, sanji looks up just in time to see zoro peering over, his own teeth gritting hard as he loudly groans his annoyance. ]
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!? [ he hops again, cheating with his skywalk, pressure beneath the bottom of his toes as he climbs to hop on the ledge of the ship. ] Are you trying to fucking kill—!?
[ — ah! he stops, visible eye widening as his sight sets upon the other present company, cheeks turning a rosy shade looking over her (the resemblance not quite becoming apparent). ]
A lady—!? [ just how many does this idiot have on board with him???????? ]
no subject
( there's no underlying concern in it, nothing about the subtle worry he'd expressed to tsukuyo about whether zoro had become malnutritioned without him around knowing he'd be doing nothing but drinking booze and ingesting anything without too much care, nothing about seeking the comforting reassurance of having one of his nakama with him in this place, nothing about wanting to look zoro in the eye to make sure he knows that the trust they'd held for one another had never been a lie even if he'd screwed things up —
no, he just wants a fight to fuel his anxious frustration through something and be rewarded with the idiot's bloody face beneath his heel. )
when he hears a pair of screaming voices, he briefly wonders if it's tsukuyo on board, before he sees a flashing blonde blur over the side that strikes him with a different kind of familiarity that he can't immediately put his finger, not before he's immediately sidetracked by the suddenly flying anchor that shoots right in his direction. ]
That fucking—!
[ he swiftly hops up, long legs spinning through the air as his body swirls with power, just in time for his foot to meet the anchor right before it collides into him, batting it back out across the water, far enough into the distance to not see where it lands.
heaving from the surprise when he lands back on the dock, sanji looks up just in time to see zoro peering over, his own teeth gritting hard as he loudly groans his annoyance. ]
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!? [ he hops again, cheating with his skywalk, pressure beneath the bottom of his toes as he climbs to hop on the ledge of the ship. ] Are you trying to fucking kill—!?
[ — ah! he stops, visible eye widening as his sight sets upon the other present company, cheeks turning a rosy shade looking over her (the resemblance not quite becoming apparent). ]
A lady—!? [ just how many does this idiot have on board with him???????? ]