No. I'm fine. Worry about yourself, marimo. And you're not carrying me anywhere!
[See, two can play at this game. Sanji is surprisingly gentle as he cleans away the blood, brushing down Zoro's arm and across his chest, trailing down the scar. His eyes are on his work, and on the golden glow of the firelight defining each muscle in the swordsman's chest and stomach. Hmm, not bad. No, bad! Bad distraction!
He tries to finish up quickly and get the worst cuts bandaged up with what's left of Zoro's shirt, so he can be comfortable and clean while they wait this out. Only when he finally sits up to declare this finished does he realize that his muscles have cramped and he can't really move like he wants to. Oops?]
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[See, two can play at this game. Sanji is surprisingly gentle as he cleans away the blood, brushing down Zoro's arm and across his chest, trailing down the scar. His eyes are on his work, and on the golden glow of the firelight defining each muscle in the swordsman's chest and stomach. Hmm, not bad. No, bad! Bad distraction!
He tries to finish up quickly and get the worst cuts bandaged up with what's left of Zoro's shirt, so he can be comfortable and clean while they wait this out. Only when he finally sits up to declare this finished does he realize that his muscles have cramped and he can't really move like he wants to. Oops?]