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onepieceyaoi1002007-02-07 08:52 pm
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And now for something completely different...
Title: Peril of Courtship on a Small Ship
Topic: blood (kinda; by reference; only in passing)
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairing: um... yeah (Actually, it's Franky/Robin, but there's a solid Zoro/Sanji thing goin' on here too)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back... Song? Not mine neither. "Hot Blooded" is by Foreigner, and it's on their 1982 album 'Records'.
Summary: Sometimes you just have to get away...
Excuse: *wicked grin* No, really. I wanted to do this song. My brain is obviously still under the effects of cough meds. *shrug*
Notes: Spoilers for most recent chapters, I should think.
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The galley door opened, and a whiff of song sailed in, preceding and dogging the heels of the resident mosshead.
...hot blooded.
You don't have to read my mind,
To know what I have in mind.
Honey you oughta know,
Now you move so fine,
Let me lay it on the line...
The 'music' cut off with a merciful whump as Zoro shouldered the door closed behind himself and then leaned against it, looking as if his last nerve was about to snap.
"That bad, huh?"
"Fuck yeah. I don't mind him serenading her, and she doesn't seem to mind. Much. But this 24 hours a day bullshit? Has to stop." Zoro made his way tiredly to the bench to sit.
"23. He has to stop for more cola every three hours."
"What the fuck ever. Is there any --"
"Here." A bottle and mug thumped down on the table top.
Before Sanji could move away, Zoro caught his wrist. "Oi."
"Aa?"
"Thanks."
Sanji snorted. "Don't go getting all mushy on me now, aho marimo."
Zoro smirked. Rubbed a light thumb over Sanji's knuckles, and let the man go.
Maybe he could deal with the constant lovesongs after all...
Topic: blood (kinda; by reference; only in passing)
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairing: um... yeah (Actually, it's Franky/Robin, but there's a solid Zoro/Sanji thing goin' on here too)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back... Song? Not mine neither. "Hot Blooded" is by Foreigner, and it's on their 1982 album 'Records'.
Summary: Sometimes you just have to get away...
Excuse: *wicked grin* No, really. I wanted to do this song. My brain is obviously still under the effects of cough meds. *shrug*
Notes: Spoilers for most recent chapters, I should think.
~~~
The galley door opened, and a whiff of song sailed in, preceding and dogging the heels of the resident mosshead.
...hot blooded.
You don't have to read my mind,
To know what I have in mind.
Honey you oughta know,
Now you move so fine,
Let me lay it on the line...
The 'music' cut off with a merciful whump as Zoro shouldered the door closed behind himself and then leaned against it, looking as if his last nerve was about to snap.
"That bad, huh?"
"Fuck yeah. I don't mind him serenading her, and she doesn't seem to mind. Much. But this 24 hours a day bullshit? Has to stop." Zoro made his way tiredly to the bench to sit.
"23. He has to stop for more cola every three hours."
"What the fuck ever. Is there any --"
"Here." A bottle and mug thumped down on the table top.
Before Sanji could move away, Zoro caught his wrist. "Oi."
"Aa?"
"Thanks."
Sanji snorted. "Don't go getting all mushy on me now, aho marimo."
Zoro smirked. Rubbed a light thumb over Sanji's knuckles, and let the man go.
Maybe he could deal with the constant lovesongs after all...
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And, yeah. Flimsy excuse, but still. :)
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