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Zoro was already shifting in his spot leaning against the mast when Luffy reached him. The boy plops himself next to the swordsman, splaying his legs out so they are resting on Zoro’s own. Zoro shifts his left leg a bit, nudging Luffy’s knee from where it was digging into his thigh but doesn’t try to move his captain off him.
Luffy leans his shoulder into the mast, body folded in a way that would be uncomfortable for anybody else. The two men sit, unspeaking and comfortable. They never need words to communicate with one another; never have, even since the beginning.
This routine is comfortable, nothing more than a sharing of space. Quiet moments are rare on the Sunny, especially when Luffy is present, but that doesn’t mean they do not happen, or that they are unwelcome.
Zoro’s eyes are still closed, his arms folded over his chest loosely. Luffy leans closer, dark eyes tracing Zoro’s face. He reaches a hand up to Zoro’s hair and runs the tips of his fingers over the short strands near Zoro’s ears. The texture is similar to shortly cut, wiry grass; the kind that leaves your hand tingling slightly when brushed against the grain.
The Sunny’s own lawn has a similar feel, being a sturdy, salt loving, type of grass from Water 7. Luffy places his other palm not in Zoro’s hair into the lawn beside him, comparing the sensation. He grins to himself, amused by his own little experiment.
Luffy muses that Zoro’s hair looks like grass too; a vivid, spring green. ‘He has grass hair.’ Luffy giggles to himself. Zoro opens his one eye and looks at his still snickering captain. He doesn’t move, allowing Luffy to continue playing with his hair—he’s now got the longer strands near his sideburns between two fingers and is twisting them in different directions.
“Something funny Captain?”
Luffy laughs harder, moving so both hands pick at the grass, turning his body forward as he does so. Zoro shifts closer, his knee touching Luffy’s as the boy crosses them behind his hands mussing up the grass.
“Just thinking about what Sanji always says about your hair” Luffy replies. He’s grinning now, eyes still locked on the blades now staining the tips of his fingers green.
Zoro’s face sours at the mention of Sanji. He knocks his elbow into Luffy only making the boy snicker again. “What the hell does that shitty cook have to do with my hair?”
Luffy looks up, “Sanji always calls Zoro mosshead.” Luffy laughs, “But Zoro’s hair doesn’t really look like moss. Your hair’s more grassy.” Luffy rips a handful of grass from the ground, dirt and roots included, and holds it up to Zoro’s face as if to prove his point.
Zoro fixes his grinning captain with an unamused look. Bits of dirt and what is most likely a small worm falls onto Zoro’s pants and boot. “And you think saying my hair looks like grass is any better?” Zoro deadpans.
Luffy shrugs. “Ehh, I dunno. Both are pretty cool. Grassy is just a better way to describe it.” Luffy drops the clump of earth in a pile and reaches a dirt covered hand up to Zoro’s head. Zoro only grumbles slightly about the dirt that will get in his hair.
Luffy runs his grimy hand through Zoro’s hair, scraping his blunt fingernails over the other’s scalp lightly. Zoro’s grumbles petter out to silence; he closes his eye and bows his head slightly to allow Luffy easier reach.
Luffy smiles softly, bringing up his other hand to rake through the strands. The smirk is audible in his words as he speaks. “I like Zoro’s hair. Feels cool.” Zoro shifts his body in a vague nod, attempting to not jostle the hands still in his hair.
Luffy grins playfully. “Zoro likes when I touch his hair too.”
Zoro has a small grin too as he nods again. “Sure, captain.”
Luffy laughs.