he thought he was doing fine. . . whatever. doesn’t matter. not like trying to impress any woman is a goal of his. he doesn’t care. hey, at least they both have something that happened to the other that they can’t look back on very fondly. comforting.

“respectable? think that depends on who you ask.” another shrug at the thought process followed, brows knitting together for a moment. “sure, but. . he doesn’t. so, we just kind of deal. it’s fine. long as i eat.”

. . clearly not. she’s right, is that what she wants to hear? it’s— refreshing to know someone still cares about what happened then. but, he’s sorry she witnessed it, has been affected by it. he didn’t know a lot of things about that fight, but he didn’t even think about something like that.

the way that he flopped her onto the boat was comical enough to make the damned animal come out, for sure. eyes widened a little when he was ordered to do something whilst also juggling being annoyed as hell. but, captain said jump. so, off he went, unable to do anything but stab the damn thing +

no, not at all. last thing he’d do is try to make a woman feel important. 💢 does she. . really have a grudge against him for that? hell, nami didn’t seem to have that issue with him, so. . why would he expect sanji to? he’s kind of the biggest pain in the ass she knows.

finally, he makes it to her, an arm winding around the brunette’s middle and legs kicking to get them quickly to the surface. she was weak too, limp, damn idiot. . and as soon as he could get air, and she could hear him— “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?? DON’T BE STUPID.”

. . WHY IS SHE— in he goes, practically yelling on the way into the water.

the idea of her admiring him. maybe not romantically, but in general? enough to get him something like this, make it, even. . zoro would always be appreciative of food, even when he didn’t express it. he’d gone hungry for years, so to have someone care enough to feed him without prompting? it +

he chuckled when the bottle appeared practically out of thin air, and zoro took it carefully. “you didn’t have to do that. you just got me a big one.”

hearing the reasoning, and hearing a fair enough excuse not to question why he was given something, roronoa grabbed another piece. though, there was a flush to his cheeks, very light. “does that. . so you—“ he blinked, popping the piece into his mouth to chew. after a few seconds, “thank you.” +

he approached her, pulling his bag off of his back. reaching his hand in, he pulled out a box of cured meats. “went to grab a pick up order.” it was then held out to her, slinging his bag back over his shoulder. “happy late valentine’s day. we had to dock before i could get something.”

he entered the stairwell, emerging on deck moments later. “i worried you? how’d i do that?”

up he comes from the docking bay. “hey, elly. morning.”

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📲: sniper king. — see you in a few.

📲 : sniper king. yeah? i think i can manage that. extra warm tonight.

// don’t want him to get the wrong idea. what if i blew up?

finishing one, his eye fell to look over the food, thinking about grabbing another. would it be wrong to have another after just saying he didn’t really know what they were for? a golden eye then came up to look at her, confusion and a lingering satisfaction painted over the gaze. “not really. +

hands emptied themselves before he could think on it further, blade polished fingers scooping up one of the onigiri and popping it into his mouth. damn, he was hungry, and these were. . so good. of course. but, as he chewed, he thought. hard. “s— saturday. . ?”

// me, sweating, thinking about very simple queer actions between zosopp.

( Stolen )

i may think of you softly from time to time. but i'll cut off my hand before i ever reach out to you again.

// muse is tanking.

🐊 🏜️.

🪝🤡🪶.

clears her throat a little, setting down a box full of onigiri in front of @threeswordwields.bsky.social.

glancing up from polishing wado, his eyes catch the box placed down before him. brows pinched some, looking up at sanji. “oh, hey. .” it smelled so good, if it weren’t for his willpower, his stomach probably would have growled. “what’s— what’s this for?”

mid-chew, he realized her voice was following. huh, strange. the cup lifted, washing down the bite of cookie he’d taken before responding. “yeah, the cook uses the good stuff for the girls and the rest for us. so, once he’s got their meals set, we’ll get what’s left. it’s well-rounded.” did it +

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// i’ll be hiding away on crocodile. if anyone wants zoro, you can hit the mentions.

// vivi watching zoro to see how much he eats versus how much coffee he’s had touched my heart fr….

ilu autistic roronoa zoro and ur swordfighting interest and ur comfort haramaki and ur obsession with the number three and ur social fumbles and

// I will say this.. if you have a muse that is underaged and is trying to flirt with Vivi, you will be ignored. Since my muse is of age, any muse that is younger than her will be treated as a platonic friendship. Nothing more.

“i’m sure something will be thrown together for dinner tonight. that idiot’s going go all out for the girls, so the table scraps will be plentiful, i’m sure.” snapping a cookie in half with his teeth to chew as he headed down the hall.

// now this is an idea.

// this might get people a read on my zoro’s brain. . 👀

// was NOT expecting perona to call zoro a boy toy. WHOA. lol

back to his bunk with a steaming cup and a few of vivi’s heart cookies. at least this holiday means dumb little treats throughout the day.

taking one between coffee refills, nodding towards her. “thanks, vivi.”

drinking his coffee quietly, alone in the men’s quarters. as annoying as days like these were, at least the other guys on this boat ended up with something to do, so it gave him some semblance of peace.

such a dramatic asshole. can’t even look at a guy anymore.

. . . okay. he’s going back to the men’s quarters with his coffee now.

. . yeah?

. . why wouldn’t he be here? he lives here.