[At first Sanji tenses, going stiff, because he's really not at all used to even thinking of Zoro in these terms, let alone allowing him such intimacy. Going right up under the shirt? That's quite forward. But after a few moments he relaxes, permitting all of it. His head lolls back against Zoro's, and for lack of anything else to do with his hands, stretches one arm up and back to idly scrub his fingertips into the stiff green hair at his temple.]
Not bad, not bad. Mind the ribs, though. I'm already going to have bruises, you know.
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Not bad, not bad. Mind the ribs, though. I'm already going to have bruises, you know.