[ it doesn't take much for sanji to catch up, long legs and all, especially when he's got the experience of chasing after zoro enough times to know the routine, to the point that he briefly gets caught up in just trying to catch him before remembering he's supposed to be preparing for a fight with him. ]
Are you still that much of an idiot? Nothing about that picture was simple. You might as well just have sent me a picture of your middle finger and it'd have been the same message.
[ why the hell does he put up with this? and more importantly, why does he still care?
they're in this city without their crew, without their captain, so really, sanji has no obligation to play babysitter to whatever stupidity zoro wants to get up to, whether he's off getting lost or drinking booze until he passes out or moving in with other women. he shouldn't give such a damn if he's not eating well enough or whether he stays out of trouble enough to not get himself killed or whether the man is still simmering in quiet hatred towards him.
sanji shouldn't care, but that's always been the problem with him. the fact that he can never help but care, and even with every insult he can spit and swear in zoro's direction, he cares about that damn bastard as his nakama and being separated from the rest of their crew doesn't change that. if anything, it makes the feeling more prevalent in his mind, an awareness that keeps the anger heated and swelling in his chest once zoro stops and they seem to have settled on a proper enough spot for their battle.
he stands a decent distance away, enough to look him in the eye with a sternness that quietly evokes the seriousness of what he intends, the curl of his brow furrowing tightly.
without a word, he tugs off his jacket, giving it a fairly careful fold before laying it on the ground beside him. hopefully it won't get dirt on it, but he'll be cleaning it again later anyway. when he straightens, his fingers go up to his tie, loosening it just slightly before he plucks the remaining nub of his cigarette from his lips and drops it to the ground, his heel crushing the faint embers left in it. ]
If we have to keep it going until I finally send you to hell, that's fine by me.
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Are you still that much of an idiot? Nothing about that picture was simple. You might as well just have sent me a picture of your middle finger and it'd have been the same message.
[ why the hell does he put up with this? and more importantly, why does he still care?
they're in this city without their crew, without their captain, so really, sanji has no obligation to play babysitter to whatever stupidity zoro wants to get up to, whether he's off getting lost or drinking booze until he passes out or moving in with other women. he shouldn't give such a damn if he's not eating well enough or whether he stays out of trouble enough to not get himself killed or whether the man is still simmering in quiet hatred towards him.
sanji shouldn't care, but that's always been the problem with him. the fact that he can never help but care, and even with every insult he can spit and swear in zoro's direction, he cares about that damn bastard as his nakama and being separated from the rest of their crew doesn't change that. if anything, it makes the feeling more prevalent in his mind, an awareness that keeps the anger heated and swelling in his chest once zoro stops and they seem to have settled on a proper enough spot for their battle.
he stands a decent distance away, enough to look him in the eye with a sternness that quietly evokes the seriousness of what he intends, the curl of his brow furrowing tightly.
without a word, he tugs off his jacket, giving it a fairly careful fold before laying it on the ground beside him. hopefully it won't get dirt on it, but he'll be cleaning it again later anyway. when he straightens, his fingers go up to his tie, loosening it just slightly before he plucks the remaining nub of his cigarette from his lips and drops it to the ground, his heel crushing the faint embers left in it. ]
If we have to keep it going until I finally send you to hell, that's fine by me.