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onepieceyaoi100Title: In Back Of
Rating: PG
Word Count: 211
Pairing: Zoro and Sanji
Topic: man
Sanji angled one saucepan around behind him and held the other above his head. The reflection in both surfaces was mirror-clear. He was a professional, damn it—he kept his equipment well-polished.
And he could just hear Zoro’s response to that. After so much practice you’ve got your wrist action down, don’t you love-cook? Zoro never passed up a chance to smack Sanji upside the head or the ego, whichever came first. Usually Sanji returned the favor and forgot about it, but some things were sacrosanct. There were places a guy just did not go. Unless that guy was Zoro.
Sanji lifted the second pan higher and glared at his rear view. Looked fine to him. Muscular. Masculine.
Right.
Dropping the pans on the counter, Sanji left the galley. As expected, Zoro was right outside, propped against the bulkhead. Asleep. Sanji took his time lighting a cigarette. He snapped his lighter shut with a sharp click. Zoro opened an eye.
“What?”
Sanji didn’t bother with insults, taboo or otherwise. Five seconds later, his foot slammed into the intersection of Sandai Kitetsu and Shuusui. Both eyes now wide open, Zoro scowled up at Sanji in pissed off confusion. “What the fuck, cook?!”
“My ass,” said Sanji, “is not girly.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 211
Pairing: Zoro and Sanji
Topic: man
Sanji angled one saucepan around behind him and held the other above his head. The reflection in both surfaces was mirror-clear. He was a professional, damn it—he kept his equipment well-polished.
And he could just hear Zoro’s response to that. After so much practice you’ve got your wrist action down, don’t you love-cook? Zoro never passed up a chance to smack Sanji upside the head or the ego, whichever came first. Usually Sanji returned the favor and forgot about it, but some things were sacrosanct. There were places a guy just did not go. Unless that guy was Zoro.
Sanji lifted the second pan higher and glared at his rear view. Looked fine to him. Muscular. Masculine.
Right.
Dropping the pans on the counter, Sanji left the galley. As expected, Zoro was right outside, propped against the bulkhead. Asleep. Sanji took his time lighting a cigarette. He snapped his lighter shut with a sharp click. Zoro opened an eye.
“What?”
Sanji didn’t bother with insults, taboo or otherwise. Five seconds later, his foot slammed into the intersection of Sandai Kitetsu and Shuusui. Both eyes now wide open, Zoro scowled up at Sanji in pissed off confusion. “What the fuck, cook?!”
“My ass,” said Sanji, “is not girly.”
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