Sanji's immediate instinct is to say yes, but he doesn't. He shifts around, sitting back and folding his legs, and turns it over in his head.
Why isn't he agreeing with the shitty swordsman? Why can't he open his mouth and make there be words? He looks up at Zoro standing over him, all shirtless and wrapped in makeshift bandages, and feels like the answer isn't so clear-cut after all.
What really sticks with him is that, despite his fantasies and desires, he hadn't enjoyed the touch of a woman in any capacity in...so, so long. And yet, here's Zoro, offering something no woman had. Geez. How confusing.
He blinks a few times as that thought circles around his head.]
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Sanji's immediate instinct is to say yes, but he doesn't. He shifts around, sitting back and folding his legs, and turns it over in his head.
Why isn't he agreeing with the shitty swordsman? Why can't he open his mouth and make there be words? He looks up at Zoro standing over him, all shirtless and wrapped in makeshift bandages, and feels like the answer isn't so clear-cut after all.
What really sticks with him is that, despite his fantasies and desires, he hadn't enjoyed the touch of a woman in any capacity in...so, so long. And yet, here's Zoro, offering something no woman had. Geez. How confusing.
He blinks a few times as that thought circles around his head.]
...you...you really want me like that?