Title: That Not So Fresh Feeling
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Zoro and Sanji (sorta)
Topic: canon
Franky likes taking a piss off the Sunny’s aft wale of a morning. Sure, the ship has two perfectly good loos. Franky just enjoys standing on the deck of this perfect vessel he designed and built, letting it all hang out. It’s a good feeling. A manly feeling.
Some days, though, he wishes he’d forgone the manly thing and used the men’s head. Days like this one, that begin with two voices saying things like: “Mine’s longer.”
Closely followed by, “Ch’, in your dreams, shit cook.”
Then there’s, “Up yours, moss-head. That’s a good inch and a half more, right there.”
And the ever popular: “Yeah? Well mine’s thicker. Check it out, asshole, you couldn’t get your hand around that if you tried.”
There’s more swearing, a thud, then the whistle of swords leaving their sheaths, and that’s it. Franky is not gonna take this shit anymore. Not from two idiots who need to get over their egos then fuck like minks for a week straight instead of kicking each other’s butts. He stomps past the galley, ready to give Zoro and Sanji an earful on the subjects of ‘length’ and ‘girth’, but he’s at the rail, looking down at the lawn, the dickheads on it… and the pair of gigantic fish gasping their last against the grass.
Zoro lowers his swords. “Oi, Franky. You okay?”
“Yeah.” Franky is still staring at the fish. He shakes his head to clear it. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You don’t look so hot,” says Sanji. He lights a cigarette. “How about some coffee?”
“Sure,” Franky mumbles. “Sounds good.”
“Clean those up, marimo,” Sanji tells Zoro, and climbs the stairs towards the galley. Franky trails after, thinking that coffee really might be a good idea. Cause obviously, his cola is waaaaay past shelf-life.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Zoro and Sanji (sorta)
Topic: canon
Franky likes taking a piss off the Sunny’s aft wale of a morning. Sure, the ship has two perfectly good loos. Franky just enjoys standing on the deck of this perfect vessel he designed and built, letting it all hang out. It’s a good feeling. A manly feeling.
Some days, though, he wishes he’d forgone the manly thing and used the men’s head. Days like this one, that begin with two voices saying things like: “Mine’s longer.”
Closely followed by, “Ch’, in your dreams, shit cook.”
Then there’s, “Up yours, moss-head. That’s a good inch and a half more, right there.”
And the ever popular: “Yeah? Well mine’s thicker. Check it out, asshole, you couldn’t get your hand around that if you tried.”
There’s more swearing, a thud, then the whistle of swords leaving their sheaths, and that’s it. Franky is not gonna take this shit anymore. Not from two idiots who need to get over their egos then fuck like minks for a week straight instead of kicking each other’s butts. He stomps past the galley, ready to give Zoro and Sanji an earful on the subjects of ‘length’ and ‘girth’, but he’s at the rail, looking down at the lawn, the dickheads on it… and the pair of gigantic fish gasping their last against the grass.
Zoro lowers his swords. “Oi, Franky. You okay?”
“Yeah.” Franky is still staring at the fish. He shakes his head to clear it. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You don’t look so hot,” says Sanji. He lights a cigarette. “How about some coffee?”
“Sure,” Franky mumbles. “Sounds good.”
“Clean those up, marimo,” Sanji tells Zoro, and climbs the stairs towards the galley. Franky trails after, thinking that coffee really might be a good idea. Cause obviously, his cola is waaaaay past shelf-life.
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Date: 2008-05-10 09:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-10 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-10 12:57 pm (UTC)Misunderstood eavesdropping is awesome.
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Date: 2008-05-10 01:05 pm (UTC)Anyways, this made me giggle like a little girl. Especially with the comment about his cola being past its shelf-life...
YAy!
Date: 2008-05-10 01:52 pm (UTC)...
Date: 2008-05-10 11:52 pm (UTC)