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Title: In Which Zoro's Shirt Frustrates Usopp
Rating: K
Word Count: 218
Pairing: Almost Zoro/Usopp, if you squint and hop on one leg
Topic: Transparent

A/N: I was going to do something deep and philosophical and this came out instead. Go fig.

Zoro finished his workout and dumped the waiting bucket of water over his head, not bothering to remove his shirt. The cool, damp fabric clung to his skin, leeching the heat pleasantly off of his body.

With a satisfied grin he headed down to the deck for his customary nap. Usopp was sitting in one of the lawn chairs (the girls holed up inside, out of the sun), his sketchpad braced against his knees.

Zoro gave him a small wave of acknowledgement before lying down. It wasn’t long before he dozed off.

He awoke to the sound of furious scribbling, then a mild scream of frustration and tearing paper.

“Wha’s th’matter?” Zoro mumbled-called over.

“Your stupid shirt is the matter!” Usopp snapped back, eyes focused on his sketchpad.

“Wha-?” Zoro frowned.

“It’s all transparent and cool but I just can’t make it look right! It’s hard to know how much nipple to show!”

Zoro blinked a couple of times at the fuming artist. “Nipple, hunh?”

Usopp nodded.

“Well all right then.” Zoro sat up and drew his shirt off, tossing it he didn’t care where, and lay back down. “There.”

Usopp sputtered indignantly. “Zoro! How am I supposed to draw your shirt now?”

Zoro shrugged, closing his eyes. “At least you know how much nipple to show.”