[fuck don't look like you're enjoying this that much. What the hell is he supposed to do with that. Though as Sanji's eyes close, Zoro takes the liberty to watch his face. The smoothe lines of his throat. His shoulders. He wants to...
he pulls in a deep low breath and focuses on Sanji's leg again, working all the knots out in a near meditative state, before taking the other one, smoothing a thumb along his shin under the pretense of looking for fractures, as if he'd really know what to look for. But the leg was whole because of course it was and he began to massage that one, too, feeling the muscles respond to his hand as he wanted other parts of Sanji to respond. But...he wouldn't think about that.
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he pulls in a deep low breath and focuses on Sanji's leg again, working all the knots out in a near meditative state, before taking the other one, smoothing a thumb along his shin under the pretense of looking for fractures, as if he'd really know what to look for. But the leg was whole because of course it was and he began to massage that one, too, feeling the muscles respond to his hand as he wanted other parts of Sanji to respond. But...he wouldn't think about that.
...yet.]