( the 'lady' in question changes so quickly, it's inhuman. probably because she isn't human, or maybe because she's modelled after someone who experiences mood shifts just as violent when it comes to how they treat men and women. case in point, the maid goes from tearing zoro a new one to whipping around and smoldering sanji with a love-struck, heart-eyed gaze. she's the model maid, bowing at the waist, smiling with her whole body, preparing to cater to sanji's every need. )
Pray you excuse my brute of a charge, My Lord. His manners evade him at times. He lacks the grace and charm that you clearly exude. May I take your coat?
( whatever magic that makes her tick doesn't allow her to realize that she's looking at a mirror image of herself. more beard, less boob, same curled brow, same willingness to do anything for the opposite sex. she's too loveblind by seeing a handsome man to take in the fact that she's seeing a version of her from another dimension.
zoro groans, because now there's two of them when one was already more than enough, and his maid's demeanor changes again: )
What the hell are you huffing and puffing for?! You should be honored that someone so beautiful would want to spend time with your shitty ass!
Get out of here already!!
And leave your ass unchaperoned?! Like hell!
( if it wasn't clear before that they can't fight here, it's more apparent than ever. zoro was worried about the logistics, how small his temporary home is compared to the largeness of his need to battle. when they fight, they fight with their whole souls. a boat like this would be collateral damage, and he can't have that. more pressingly, he can't stay on this boat without his dumb, stupid retainer insisting that they eat crumpets and hold hands, so they need to leave. zoro needs to leave, at least. if sanji wants to hang back and flirt with his reflection, that's on him. )
Don't follow me, ( he says to his heated retainer before leaping down onto the dock. there's other stuff around here. there's a whole fight club, from what he's heard. he can find a place that hasn't been co-opted by his crazy maid, and he can break sanji into a million pieces. )
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( whatever magic that makes her tick doesn't allow her to realize that she's looking at a mirror image of herself. more beard, less boob, same curled brow, same willingness to do anything for the opposite sex. she's too loveblind by seeing a handsome man to take in the fact that she's seeing a version of her from another dimension.
zoro groans, because now there's two of them when one was already more than enough, and his maid's demeanor changes again: )
Get out of here already!!
( if it wasn't clear before that they can't fight here, it's more apparent than ever. zoro was worried about the logistics, how small his temporary home is compared to the largeness of his need to battle. when they fight, they fight with their whole souls. a boat like this would be collateral damage, and he can't have that. more pressingly, he can't stay on this boat without his dumb, stupid retainer insisting that they eat crumpets and hold hands, so they need to leave. zoro needs to leave, at least. if sanji wants to hang back and flirt with his reflection, that's on him. )
Don't follow me, ( he says to his heated retainer before leaping down onto the dock. there's other stuff around here. there's a whole fight club, from what he's heard. he can find a place that hasn't been co-opted by his crazy maid, and he can break sanji into a million pieces. )