Hope I'm not too late
Sep. 21st, 2005 09:54 pmTitle: When Real Men get Sick
Topic: Macho
Rating: PG for slight swearing
Pairing: Implied ZoroxChopper
Word Count: 300
“ZORO!!”
The swordsman stopped mid-barbell press, looking over his shoulder. Chopper was glaring at him, hooves on his hips, face flushed with irritation, trying to look threatening but only coming across as even more adorable then usual. “What the hell are you doing out of bed?”
Zoro sighed, returning to his weights despite his body’s protest. “Training.”
Chopper pouted more. “You have a cold, you need rest.”
“I’m fine Chopper, real men don’t get sick.”
“You have a fever of 102!”
“Doesn’t matter.”
The reindeer’s eye twitched. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
The fever had weakened Zoro’s senses so he didn’t catch the sound of the Rumble Ball being crushed between the deer’s teeth. But he definitely noticed the pair of muscled arms that slipped under his own limbs, pulling him into a standing Full Nelson, his feet coming off the ground. “If you won’t listen to a doctor then you’re going to listen to a MAN.”
“Chopper put me down!” The swordsman dropped his weights, struggling to free himself from the ‘Arm Point’ grip.
“I won’t!” Chopper winced as one of Zoro’s bare feet caught him in the shin. “I don’t care how macho you are, you need rest or you’re going get yourself killed. You can’t even fight me in this state!”
Zoro was about to snap back angrily when he felt a cold nose press against his neck and a sad voice whisper.
“If anything happened to you...I don’t know what I’d do.”
“Chopper...” Zoro stopped struggling. “Ok I give. I’ll go back to bed.”
The grip was broken as Chopper returned to his normal form, wrapping his arms around Zoro’s leg instead. “Promise to stay there till I say you’re better?”
The swordsman sighed, defeated by a cute little deer. “My promise as a man.”
Topic: Macho
Rating: PG for slight swearing
Pairing: Implied ZoroxChopper
Word Count: 300
“ZORO!!”
The swordsman stopped mid-barbell press, looking over his shoulder. Chopper was glaring at him, hooves on his hips, face flushed with irritation, trying to look threatening but only coming across as even more adorable then usual. “What the hell are you doing out of bed?”
Zoro sighed, returning to his weights despite his body’s protest. “Training.”
Chopper pouted more. “You have a cold, you need rest.”
“I’m fine Chopper, real men don’t get sick.”
“You have a fever of 102!”
“Doesn’t matter.”
The reindeer’s eye twitched. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
The fever had weakened Zoro’s senses so he didn’t catch the sound of the Rumble Ball being crushed between the deer’s teeth. But he definitely noticed the pair of muscled arms that slipped under his own limbs, pulling him into a standing Full Nelson, his feet coming off the ground. “If you won’t listen to a doctor then you’re going to listen to a MAN.”
“Chopper put me down!” The swordsman dropped his weights, struggling to free himself from the ‘Arm Point’ grip.
“I won’t!” Chopper winced as one of Zoro’s bare feet caught him in the shin. “I don’t care how macho you are, you need rest or you’re going get yourself killed. You can’t even fight me in this state!”
Zoro was about to snap back angrily when he felt a cold nose press against his neck and a sad voice whisper.
“If anything happened to you...I don’t know what I’d do.”
“Chopper...” Zoro stopped struggling. “Ok I give. I’ll go back to bed.”
The grip was broken as Chopper returned to his normal form, wrapping his arms around Zoro’s leg instead. “Promise to stay there till I say you’re better?”
The swordsman sighed, defeated by a cute little deer. “My promise as a man.”
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Date: 2005-09-22 05:32 am (UTC)And the nose! Awww, the nose... ^_^
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