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Zoro jumped, though if someone had noticed him do it he would have had a million other explanations. Surprised, not startled. That would have been at the top of the list, and then he would blame it on Luffy who'd just inconsiderately and quite roughly bumped his shoulder hard against Zoro's without warning upon sitting down next to him. No one had actually noticed his reaction, though. No one was looking at him, or either of them.
Zoro looked at Luffy, though, meaning it at first as something of a ‘why the hell’d you do that, you almost spilled my drink’ but then Luffy was smiling and laughing and Zoro was just looking at him. The way he threw his head back and let the wildest laugh go so easily, the way his top lip curled up when his smile stretched to its natural limit. His shoulder was still touching Zoro’s as his laugh faded out, and Zoro was still looking.
He seemed to notice his observer then, and he turned and met Zoro’s eye. The smile didn’t falter. It was always there on nights like this, lighting up his face. It never got tired.
Luffy’s eyes moved to the mug in Zoro’s hand and before Zoro could react Luffy clanked his glass against it, then threw it and his head back until the bottom of the glass was pointed at the sky as he made loud gulping sounds and dark liquid dripped down the side of his face.
Zoro pulled his eyes away and took a sip of his own beer. Luffy’s shoulder stayed against his, and only leaned harder as seconds ticked on and as Luffy and Usopp started shouting nonsense back at each other.
“Captain gets two!” Usopp yelled, pointing at Luffy.
“Yeah!” Luffy enthusiastically agreed, though Zoro didn’t know the answer to the question “two of what?” and suspected Luffy didn’t either. When he shouted that he bounced away from Zoro for the duration of the time it took to say it, but fell right back against him, this time slipping past his shoulder and more leaning against his chest.
“Captain Usopp gets three!”
“What? No!” Luffy protested with a wagging fist, pulling away from Zoro once again when he did.
“You’re right, four!” Usopp pointed two fingers at him like they were guns and pulled the triggers. After a moment of looking humorously outraged, instead of objecting, Luffy just laughed more. He relaxed back again, this time falling until he was laying in Zoro’s lap, arm thrown over his eyes as he cackled.
Usopp started yelling about something else into a rolled up newspaper shaped like a megaphone, this time pointing at Sanji. Zoro didn’t hear what he was saying, or at least he didn’t comprehend it, because Luffy was still laying sideways across his lap, hat hanging off with the top of it resting on the bench, curls bouncing as his chest heaved while he tried to catch his breath.
Zoro opened his mouth, thinking that he needed to say something to break his own silence, stop staring, especially when his eyes moved from the jut of Luffy’s chin down the slope of his neck to the dip of his chest into the V-shape of his chest between the lapels on his vest. But when he tried to speak nothing came out, and Luffy was finally about to fully catch his breath.
Once he did, he met Zoro’s eyes for just a moment, and then sat up again, abruptly but still casually. Zoro opened his mouth again, eager to comment on anything that had just happened to perhaps clear it from the air somehow. But he was the only one who’d taken any note of it, so to mention it was to draw attention, was to reveal that he’d been overly fixated on it. So he quickly chased the thought of saying a word about it away by raising his mug to his lips.
“You’re quiet, Zoro,” Luffy said after not long, “you’re quiet a lot, but tonight you seem extra quiet.”
“Everyone else is loud enough to make up for it,” Zoro thought up a suitable response quickly, and hid again behind his mug with another gulp.
“What? I couldn’t hear you over the noise!” The noise currently was Nami laughing especially loudly at some manner in which Usopp was currently teasing Sanji who was having a hard time getting a word in.
“Exactly…” Zoro mumbled.
“What?” Luffy leaned closer as Nami laughed louder and Usopp joined in and somewhere amidst it was the voice of the cook trying to reason his way out of whatever they had on him. Zoro made eye-contact with Luffy for just a moment to try and answer him with a look instead of words since he wasn’t going to hear him anyway. The look was supposed to mean something like “give it up” but Luffy gave him back a look that was just yet another “what?”
Zoro tried to convey the message more pointedly but right before he did, Luffy’s expression seemed to get a little lost. He was close and looking straight at Zoro’s eyes, grinning like always and waiting for a response, when his head tilted just slightly and the smile shrunk away from his lips. His eyes flicked away for a split second before flitting back and plummeting more deeply into Zoro’s gaze. His irises moved back and forth ever so slightly as he looked only at Zoro’s eyes, every movement seeming to be a registration of picking up a new detail.
“You have—,” Luffy started, then stopped himself, “—well,” he looked away, and didn’t finish the sentence.
“I have what?” Zoro practically demanded, but Luffy all but ignored him and instead turned his body full away. He didn’t go, though, instead he leaned back until he was resting against Zoro’s arm and shoulder, then leaned his head back even further so it bonked against Zoro’s. It might’ve hurt a little, had his thick curls not cushioned it.
“I was going to say you have pretty eyes,” Luffy said, appearing to be looking up at the sky when he did, though it was hard to tell because Zoro couldn’t see his face anymore. He sounded like he was analyzing the statement he’d nearly failed to make, in his own way, or musing on it at least.
“Yeah, I know I do,” Zoro said, for the sake of saying anything at all to keep the mood light enough that he didn’t say something profoundly stupid like so do you. Luffy started vibrating gently against him in a way that suggested he was laughing in response to that. It was followed by a deep breath and a slowly released, relaxed-sounding sigh.
“Come on, my mom used to do this all the time when I was a kid!” Usopp was on the ground clinging to Sanji’s left leg like a koala bear, pointing frantically at Nami and then the cook's other leg as if he was demanding she do the same thing as she shook her head back and forth with her eyes wide and hands over her mouth.
Sanji tried to take a heavy step using the leg Usopp was clinging to but Usopp was too big to stay seated on Sanji’s foot and he fell off mid-lift and his ass thudded against the deck. Nami released the loudest laugh at his expense, still behind her hand hands, while Sanji looked back at Usopp as if to ask what he expected.
“I guess you’re not as good as my mom,” Usopp said from the ground, holding his back and straining over-dramatically.
“Naturally,” came the cook’s smooth response as he walked over and gave Usopp a hand back to his feet. Usopp seemed to accept it reluctantly, but he did and was pulled to his feet.
“I love our crew,” Luffy’s voice cut through the absurd show Zoro was watching.
“I know you do,” Zoro said, and he could say they were at least more fun to watch than anything that chop-chop clown had ever performed.
Luffy then stood up, so suddenly that Zoro fell sideways slightly as he hadn’t realized he’d started to lean against Luffy’s weight as well until he moved.
“I love our crew!” He shouted, like he did, earning an a “whoo!” of agreement from Usopp and two “yeah!’s” from Nami and Sanji who then started looking at each other and laughing more at their own antics like a trio of drunk fools.
Luffy was standing, so Zoro expected that he was going to go join them in whatever tomfoolery they were getting up to. He did, but not before he turned partially on his heel, slipped his hand underneath Zoro’s chin to hold his jaw with his fingers against his right cheek, and kissed him on the left one.
Zoro’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth, though no words came out and if any had they would have been sputtered and pathetic, and also would have reached no ears because immediately after Luffy did that he went running for the other three crew mates, none of them seeming to have seen what he’d done.
It was a reflex when Zoro raised his first and forefinger to the warm spot on his cheekbone where Luffy had kissed him. When he noticed he was touching it he quickly ripped his hand away, scowled at the sloshing liquid in the mug in his other hand and then glared at the group of four that had all just started jumping up and down to mimic Luffy as he hopped over.
Zoro spent the rest of the evening wondering if that had been real or if he’d imagined it.
***
“No matter what you choose,” Nami said, “I’ll wait,” she said, “if I have to, I’ll wait for you forever,” her shaking thumbs rubbing the backs of Vivi’s knuckles and her voice cracked toward the end. It appeared to take a lot for her to smile, and she was visibly doing so while holding back tears.
“Nami…” Vivi said, breathless, and she must not have known want to say next because instead of responding verbally, she took a step forward, dipped her head, and surged upward til her lips met Nami’s and Nami rocked like she’d taken a rough hit before returning it.
“Not this again,” Zoro muttered, looking down and taking a step back. First Usopp, now Nami, couldn’t anyone do their spit-swapping good-byes in private? Not that this was officially a good-bye.
He heard a sniffle from beside him shortly after, and imagined Sanji had thought it was safe now that Zoro was standing slightly behind him.
“Are you crying?”
“Of course I’m crying, it’s beautiful…” Sanji gestured weakly toward the kiss as it ended, then sniffled again. Zoro rolled his eyes. Everyone seemed keen on letting them take their time as Nami and Vivi stood close with their foreheads pressed together and hands on each other’s faces, Nami’s thumb on Vivi’s lips. Their eyes were closed, and they stayed that way for a long time, as if they’d gotten lost enough in another world to forget the one their friends were standing in.
Zoro looked at Luffy at that moment. One moment, he was wondering what that world was like, if he’d ever go there, and the next he was making eye-contact with his captain who was looking right back at him.
They shared a few seconds of eye-contact Zoro didn’t know the meaning of before Luffy casually shifted his gaze to where Nami was finally departing from Vivi and in the direction of the five of them.
“Let’s get back to the Merry, it’s been forever since I’ve seen her,” Usopp said, and started walking after a quick stretch. Nami met his eyes, smiled and nodded, and the two of them started trudging through the sand in the direction of the ship as Sanji picked up Chopper and followed.
Zoro gave Vivi a nod as a good-bye (maybe) to which she smiled and bowed before following them at a distance, Luffy jogging up beside him.
“You think she’ll show tomorrow?” Zoro asked him.
“Of course she will,” Luffy seemed certain that the ending he wanted would come true, as usual.
“If she does, those two are going to feel stupid about how intense that kiss was,” Zoro said, “it’s not as special if there’s a million more to come.”
“All kisses are special… maybe,” Luffy said, first like he was stating a fact, then like he decided to be speculating instead.
Zoro took that in a little too deeply, recalling when Luffy had kissed him on the cheek weeks ago, wondering if he considered that special, wondering once again if it had even truly happened. The more time that past the more he was almost certain he’d imagined it, side effect of something in his drink.
“Remember when I kissed you?” Luffy asked, and far too loudly for the distance between them and Sanji and Chopper. Zoro didn’t have the energy to glare at him and tell him to keep his voice down, though, only for his heart to start beating double time as he tried not to trip over his feet, which was already hard enough in the sand.
“Yeah,” Zoro said, “drunk idiot,” he added.
“I didn’t drink that night,” Luffy said, and Zoro did recall whatever was in his glass smelling more like cola. While his head was busy drifting back to that night, present Luffy nearly tripped him when he tried to step-sideways and peck Zoro on the cheek again while they were still moving. He missed, but only just barely and made a slight smooch/grunt sound into the air, then made a frustrated sound in his throat.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Just trying to prove a point,” Luffy said, stumbling a bit as he righted the direction he was meant to be walking. Zoro slowed down so that he would too in order to put more distance between the two of them and the others.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Zoro said, not knowing what point Luffy thought he was making.
“Okay, sorry,” Luffy said, and straightened his hat. That was the last thing he said until they got back to Merry.
***
Returning to the Merry came with one too many complications. First, no Vivi, and Nami wasn’t the only one who wasn’t taking that well. In fact, she was taking it better than Usopp, Sanji, and Chopper were, at least outwardly. Then there was the narrowly avoided marine attack, surprise rescue from an unlikely party, and an unexpected guest who they were yet to shake— who Luffy, annoyingly enough, didn’t seem to keen on shaking.
All in all it was a little bit much for the course of a few days and after a massive narrowly won battle, but now that things had settled, Zoro had already begun the process of stealing some time away from it all.
It was a little longer than he would have expected before Luffy found him. Nearly a full day, and it wasn’t like he was thinking about him, wondering where he was, why he hadn’t seemed to wonder where Zoro was— well, either way, he finally appeared in the form of a bowed head and uncharacteristically slow footsteps.
“Everything okay?” Zoro asked, wondering if someone was dead or something. Zoro had warned him, and everyone else, so if they were it was their own fault.
“Everything’s fine!” Luffy exclaimed, rather abruptly. “Great, even,” he added, hands on his hips and nodding his head. “Yeah, everything is really, really good,” he came up beside Zoro and rested his arms on the railing to look out at the sea. Zoro hoped the ‘then what are you doing here?’ didn’t need to be said out loud.
“Except…” he said, jovial demeanor dropping, “…well, I just hope I didn’t make things awkward between us.”
Zoro looked at him, confused.
“Our friendship is important to me, and if that’s all you want, I didn’t mean to push,” he said, shrugging as he turned and leaned his back against the railing instead.
“What?” Zoro barely got the word out because his throat felt tight, blocked up by something, like maybe his heart.
“I just needed to get that off my chest,” Luffy said, looking him in the eye again and smiling that smile. He didn’t look nervous, not really— Zoro had been around him enough, stared at him enough that he could tell. If he was saying what Zoro thought he was saying, wouldn’t he have been nervous? Disappointed, at least? Nevermind that, though, why the fuck was he saying it?
“Now everything really is fine,” Luffy nodded, “great,” he added, “back to normal,” he leaned closer to Zoro with that smile and Zoro didn’t know how to breath anymore so he was a little too busy trying to figure that out to demand an explanation.
Then Luffy flexed his fingers outward, made fists before flexing them out again, sighed and bumped his shoulder against Zoro’s.
“Good talk,” he said.
“Luffy—,” Zoro choked, and Luffy was already walking away, but he had the decency to spin on one of his steps, holding his hat steady when he did, eyes full of a question.
“Luffy!” Nami’s voice called his attention away and Zoro didn’t get to ask him a damn thing.
“We need everyone at the rigging, hard to starboard!” It was obvious by the way she was running and stopped only by slamming into the main deck’s railing when she spotted them that whatever reason they were changing course could have been life or death.
“A storm?” Luffy asked.
“A cyclone,” Nami’s voice quaked, “any second now, Zoro, move!” She shouted. Luffy looked over his shoulder and nodded at Zoro and Zoro nodded back before heading for the mizzen.
***
They managed to avoid the storm thanks to Nami, but the massive waves that blew out of it weren’t kind to the makeshift repairs Usopp had done after all of the marine canon-fire they’d taken. The lower decks were flooded up to Zoro’s ankles, and he was trying to ignore how much the salt water was stinging his still healing wounds. Nami had insisted everyone pitch in because the Merry couldn’t move at speed with the extra weight, so there Zoro was at the port bilge pump, like a fucking bilge rat, manually pumping the water back out into the sea.
He didn’t question why no one appeared to be working with the starboard one, that wasn’t his job. Though, he did have a moment of thinking that everyone else had better be busy with their own duty to leave him to do this shit all by himself. He could at least hear Usopp hammering away at the stern, once again fixing the leaks so the water didn’t get any higher.
He’d gotten the water down to only covering the tops of his feet when he heard another pair of footsteps sloshing through it. He glanced over his shoulder to see Luffy and was immediately glad he had a specific task to focus on when he recalled their earlier conversation.
“Hey Zoro,” he said, “there’s a lot of water, huh?”
“Yeah, there was a lot more before I started doing this,” Zoro grumbled as he strained to continue turning the valve. Was it too much to ask for a “wow, Zoro! Great job already getting half the water out!”?
“Well, luckily I’m here to help!” Luffy announced, enthusiastic as ever, and Zoro hid his eyeroll. After all of the excitement, all of the furling and unfurling and turning of the sails, and now after he’d been turning this valve for at least a half hour, he was worn out. Not good worn out either, like after a fight. Just the boring kind.
He was wet from head to toe with the moisture in the air and from sweating, too, and his cuts stung. These weren’t the only reasons he was irritable, but maybe irritable was the right state of mind he needed to be in to ask:
“What the hell were you talking about earlier? Before the storm?” He asked as he heard the pump valve on Luffy’s side start to squeak as he loosened the minimal rust that had gathered on it.
“Huh?” Luffy paused his turning, looked thoughtful, then yelled back, “I don’t know if I want to talk about this across the ship over the sound of you turning that,” he kept turning his, “can’t we just drop it?”
Zoro growled audibly at the wall but he didn’t think Luffy heard it because of the sound the turning valves were making. He made a decision, which was that the water level could wait a few minutes, and sloshed through the water to where Luffy was unsuspectingly still turning the pump. He must’ve not been able to hear that Zoro had stopped over the sound of turning his own.
“Tell me what you meant,” he commanded, but he took Luffy by surprised because he jumped a whole foot in the air and landed another foot away. Zoro hoped he hadn’t noticed that his exaggerated start had made Zoro jump a little too.
“Geez! You can’t just sneak up on a guy—!”
“Why did you say what you said?”
Zoro had spent the time since Luffy said those things thoroughly distracted by life and death situations and their fallout, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to spend another second mulling in what it meant. He wanted answers, and if what he foolishly hoped was going to be crushed he wanted it crushed now.
“Because I wanted things to stop being weird with us, I guess,” Luffy said, and this time he looked exhausted, like he was doing something hard that he didn’t want to have to do again.
“Nothing was weird,” Zoro wanted an elaboration, and got more than he bargained for.
“Uh, I kissed you, and said your eyes were pretty, and then I tried to kiss you again and you started avoiding me, so—, yeah, weird,” Luffy gave a sarcastic, exaggerated shrug. Zoro was tongue-tied, dumbfounded, and he just stood there until Luffy seemed to accept the non-answer and had an expression of thorough irritation on his face as he returned to the valve and started to turn it again.
Zoro looked down at himself, the way his clothes were soaked and he smelled like sweat and seawater. The noise of the squeaking valve which was still getting going thanks to Zoro’s frequent interruption made further conversation difficult.
“Are you going to help me with this?” Luffy asked, and Zoro didn’t really feel like he had any choice but to return to the port side and finish the job. It wasn’t like he knew what the fuck to say or how to say it, and maybe getting the work done would give him some time to figure that out.
***
Zoro wasn’t a talker. I don’t talk, I hit things, he’d once said to a caged Nami, and was it so much to ask for those surrounding him to get that through their thick heads? He didn’t want to talk about it. If it was a problem, and not one he could cut in half, it was better if it didn’t exist. He’d been getting pretty damn good at pretending this particular problem didn’t exist, that was until Luffy sliced it open and spread its guts out on the table.
He’ll never want what I want. One thought, one sentence, one piece of internal dialogue before Zoro had dismissed what preceded it and all future attempts to linger on the subject. Sure, he still found himself looking too long, or felt his heart twist or flutter down to live in his gut, but those were visceral reactions, and he ignored them entirely in favor of keeping his head in the game. Luffy was and could continue to be important to him in a million different ways that didn’t have to be that, so it would never really matter.
He just never expected the basis on which he built all of that to have been wrong.
The way it came out was even more infuriating. Of all the invasions of personal space, the whispers in Zoro’s ear, the hugs, the straddling— Zoro was apparently supposed to understand that a fucking kiss on the cheek was a courting maneuver? And when he didn’t, it was his fault that things fell apart? He wanted to strangle the guy almost as much as he wanted to show him what an actual fucking kiss was.
He did want to do that, though, more than ever, he just needed to find a way to broach the subject again first, because Luffy had been so keen on dropping it that night below deck. Since then he’d been acting like nothing ever happened— he’d put it behind him as easily as Zoro had when he’d first stumbled upon the feeling. Admirable, but fucking annoying.
Worse still, Luffy was always busy for some reason. Being a captain had responsibilities, sure, but Luffy had ignored them all since the moment Zoro met him up until for some reason, two hours ago.
These events culminated into an inevitable end, which was Zoro kicking open the kitchen door while Luffy was in there talking to the cook— probably begging him for a snack— grabbing him by the front of his vest and dragging him off to the stern of the ship. Zoro knew from napping there frequently that the space surrounded by Nami’s tangerine trees was usually private enough.
Zoro took Luffy there and stopped, placing him in the very center with his back near the wall, and then stepped back, trying to come up with the next step in this… whatever it was.
“Zoro, Usopp says if we want to fight we should wait until we land so we don’t damage—,”
“I didn’t bring you here to fight,” Zoro interrupted.
“Oh. Okay,” Luffy didn’t seem to have a second guess, he just looked confused and like he wanted to go.
“You’re the most annoying man I’ve ever met,” Zoro said, pointing harshly and baring his teeth like he’d been wanting to do for he didn’t know how long.
“Okay,” Luffy was still confused but now there was a hint of something else, like maybe a pout, too.
“You kissed my cheek and said I had pretty eyes, what is that? What did you think I was supposed to do with that?”
“Nothing…” Luffy had fallen into an apparent pattern of one-word answers that made Zoro start to lose his mind all over again.
“For fuck’s sake, Luffy…” Zoro shook his head and then bowed it, forehead bumping against the center of Luffy’s chest and then staying there. His heart was pounding, and he’d only just realized it, because this was happening. He was doing this, what the fuck was he doing?
He’d at some point braced his hands against either side of the wall Luffy was slouched against, and when Luffy said his name quietly, it was a reflex to move it to rest on his upper arm instead. As slowly as he raised his head, that hand climbed the skin of Luffy’s arm to the fabric of his read vest on his shoulder, which got caught between his fingers and he rolled them against it to feel its texture for just a moment before his hand continued up Luffy’s neck to rest against his cheek at the same moment his eyes met Luffy’s.
Then he leaned in, felt the slow release of breath Luffy had been holding as his eyes moved down to Zoro’s mouth and he titled his head ever so slightly. Zoro sighed with relief, expelling all of his doubt, worry, and resolve to do nothing, and then he touched his lips to Luffy's.
The cheek kissing and pretty-eye comment did at least suggest to Zoro that his quarry wasn’t particularly experienced, so after just a soft touch of their lips, he pulled away—
—only to have Luffy throw his arms around his neck and tug him back, turning his head all the way side-ways and shoving his mouth eagerly against Zoro’s. He didn’t feel like rubber— yeah, maybe Zoro had been worried he’d feel like rubber but he didn’t. He felt like lips, and a kiss, and oh god, fuck, tongue—
“Luffy, wait,” he said but with his voice muffled by Luffy’s hungry kiss it was more like “moofy mwate.” Regardless, Luffy got the idea, because he detached his mouth and then immediately thwapped Zoro on the shoulder with the back of his hand.
“Why didn’t you say you liked me back!” Then he lowered his head, dark eyes full of accusations. “We could have died before now, and if that happened I would have killed you.”
Zoro, for his part, felt kind of drunk. Drinking never made him feel drunk anymore but kissing his captain apparently did, and to respond to Luffy’s frustration all he could do was laugh. A chortle at first, then with such vigor and volume that he needed to take a step back so he didn’t hurt Luffy’s ears.
Maybe not drunk, maybe just delirious with happiness. When he was finished, Luffy had an easy smile in the moonlight that made him feel like he was on a similar wavelength despite all of their previous miscommunication, and that felt like bliss.
“You know, Zoro,” Luffy said, “everyone else who’s been kissing around here had to go their separate ways right after they got it figured out.”
Zoro didn’t know why, but he frowned, eyes cast to the ground, thinking that maybe that was some kind of omen, that one of them was going to die or they’d get separated so shortly after having found this in each other or—
“I know they're in each other's hearts, but I’m glad that isn’t us,” he finished, and Zoro raised his eyes back up to meet Luffy’s, “we’ll be together always, forever, and it’s going to be amazing,” he said, and despite the knee-jerk proclivity toward expecting the worst, Zoro’s heart leapt and landed in a place of soft, untouchable safety.
He believed him, with that smile and those eyes, eyes that he found were looking at him with something new, or maybe just something he’d refused to notice until now. He believed every word of it, he always did. He couldn't help himself, the things this man did to him, the ways he didn’t even know he could destroy him—.
He stopped his wandering mind, and dragged himself back to the present.
“Do you need to get back to the kitchen?” Zoro asked, keeping his distance in spite of all urges to the contrary.
“Well, I was hoping to get a snack,” Luffy shrugged, “but I can be back here in five minutes?”
Zoro didn’t know what he expected— that, actually. What he just witnessed and heard was exactly what he expected, it was why he'd asked the question without thinking.
“Yeah, okay,” he said.
“Okay,” Luffy nodded sharply, and then, so fast Zoro wasn’t positive it happened, he pecked Zoro on the lips before he practically started skipping up the stairs to the quarter deck.
“Five minutes!” He said before disappearing, and Zoro had already decided to give him seven or eight, at least. He was nothing if not patient.
“Zoro!” He reappeared in about five seconds instead, and Zoro looked up questioning his return, wishing he’d just go quickly so he’d come back quickly too.
“Do you want me to bring you back something?” He asked.
“Uh…” Zoro considered, “yeah, whatever you’re having,” he said, “and maybe a drink.”
“Okay, got it, five minutes,” he pointed both index fingers at Zoro, “then snacks and kissing!”
Zoro wanted to tell him to watch his volume when he said things like that but he was already off with the same pep in his step. He doubted they’d be able to keep it from the rest of the crew for very long anyway.
***
“Hey Sanji!” Luffy kicked in the door similarly to how Zoro had done earlier before dragging Luffy away and Sanji wanted to cut both their feet off because he’d been keeping it shut because Nami was trying to sleep. He didn’t have time to scold Luffy though, not before he all but threw himself into the room and into Sanji’s space and slammed his fist on the counter next to the cutting board, causing the sliced almonds to bounce. Then he looked Sanji dead in the eye despite the annoyance he must’ve found there and shouted:
“Guess what I just did!”