Vinsmoke Sanji (
notadartboard) wrote2014-08-05 11:07 pm
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[It didn't matter where the rest of the crew had gotten to, Sanji was sure they were okay. They were with Luffy, right? And Luffy would look after them. He and the stupid marimo had their own problems now.
Stupid marimo indeed, getting lost and necessitating someone to hunt him down. They had been ambushed just as Sanji found him, and while it didn't seem like too tough a fight, the huge friggin' dinosaur-dragon-thing that decided to crash the party only made it worse. Both they and their foes scattered, and after a few too many hits, they realized the only way to get out with their lives was to run and hole up until it got tired of hunting and wandered off.
That's how they came to be in this cave, at least. Behind a waterfall, no less.
Sanji hid his limp as he prowled to the back of the damn space echoing with the roar of the falls. It was drier and quieter further back, though it cut off a significant portion of daylight. He had his lighter, at least, and dug it out to give them a quick burst of light. Hmm, nothing dangerous in here. Good.]
C'mon, let's make ourselves comfortable. We might be here a while.
[ow, his side. He hisses and lets the light flicker out for the moment, hiding his painful wince.]
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[after all, it was Sanji that had started this. He was about to prod him in the ribs lightly to show Sanji just how fine he wasn't but then there was a bout of intense focus as he tried not to pay any attention to what Sanji's hands were doing across his chest which didn't need to be clean. He wasn't fussy about it alright? But saying as much would admit it bothered him and that water wasn't cold enough and...
...and Sanji's an idiot. He sees the tension there. With a sigh he pushes against Sanji's shoulder to knock him on his ass, jarring him as little as possible and takes one of those long dangerous legs into his hands to massage the muscles which have knotted up.
It's dark and in a cave and as long as he doesn't look directly at him, or even near him, or at least just at his leg, it doesn't count as anything. Though he does mutter:]
Idiot.
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...well, that's new.
The jangling sensations in both legs and the aches in his chest have Sanji gasping for breath, though he tries really hard to slow his breathing and not flail about. The hands on his leg are helping, though, and after a bit he can feel himself blushing again.]
Don't.
[it's a weak protest, though. He doesn't want the massage to stop, because it's working, but why Zoro? Why...like this?]
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What do you plan to do without your legs, stupid?
[he may be enjoying this himself, but it's only to help nakama out, nothing more.
... maybe a little more but he tries not to let it show. He moves further up his calf, but carefully, not wanting to nudge anything that's broken]
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Idiot, I'm not going to lose my legs! I don't need...
[He may not need it, but he finds himself surprised at Zoro's skill. He hasn't broken any bones, thankfully, but his muscles are stiff and he was kneeling awkwardly while tending to Zoro. Biting his lip, Sanji sits back on his hands and closes his eyes to let it happen, while the stupid marimo works the knots out and gets the blood flowing properly again. Mm...]
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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.]
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His other leg drapes over Zoro's thigh, resting comfortably, and his toes twitch a bit inside his shoes. The circulation is finally getting back to normal in both feet, no more icy needles all the way down his legs and he can move just fine. But he doesn't, he remains quiet to let Zoro do his work, his lips clamped shut in a desperate attempt to force himself not to blush.]
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Don't do that! Ah, not there...
[Shut up, he's ticklish there. Can't help it.]
It's...better, it's good, you can stop.
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But there's no telling if Sanji feels the same and in any case Zoro has one so he just lets go, folds his arms, and smirks at the curly cook. Looks like he won again.]
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What the hell are you looking so smug for? Don't go getting any crazy ideas, moss-head.
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Forget it.
[partly, talking to himself and the electricity jumping under his skin that's obviously not paying attention to the situation at hand. Just an after effect of his body wanting what his mind knows solidly isn't going to happen. Nothing that can't be dealt with]
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That tires him out quickly, though, so he comes back to sit next to Zoro, easing himself down and trying to hide his winces as he settles in, shoulder to shoulder.]
I guess, now we wait. You all right?
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But he's too strong to be pulled into your orbit so he's going to stay right where he is completely unaffected by everything. Though he does shift slightly away, just by a frog's hair.]
It's not even a scratch.
[in other words, why wouldn't he be alright? In just a few minutes he'd be fine and likely saving your ass from something. Well probably not but if he needed to be he could do it no problem.]
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Ohhh I'm sure. That hole in your side isn't what it looks like, is it? Hmph.
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But he gets it because he's kind of tired himself. Not that he'll give into that in the middle of a situation. He leans against Sanji again lightly, bumping his shoulder]
It's nothing. [bump. Stop worrying about him, idiot] Get some rest.
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[it's such a weak protest, proof of how tired he is. He wants a cigarette badly, but it's all the way over there in his coat pocket where he left it on the floor, on the other side of Zoro. Dammit.
Sanji threads a hand through his hair and then lets his head fall against the wall of the cave.]
I just need to sit for a bit. That's all.
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So sit.
[he glances away, eye falling on the jacket and he grunts, reaching to grab it and flop it closer to the fire so that it can dry out. Dumbass. Zoro's not the one who is supposed to be thinking of these things]
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...my tobacco purse is in the front pocket. Can you reach it?
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He likes-- doesn't mind doing things for him. So long as it's a request and not a command like calling a dog to heel. He's nod dumb enough to say it though, or to ask if there was anything else that needed massaging because touch was damn addicting but--
It was a long way to fall and there was no way he could recover that distance]
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Sanji pulls one out and his lighter, lights it up, and takes a deep, soothing drag before anything else, making sure to exhale away from Zoro. You know, just because.]
...thanks.
[See, he's not without gratitude. Especially at a time like this. He smokes in silence for a while, his other hand pressed lightly to his ribs. Shit, that's going to be a bother. He's not sure how to ask for help with, though. Is there anything they can even do?]
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[notes that but yeah, nothing he can do about it. He knows sort of about setting bones but you couldn't really set ribs-- he didn't think]
Will you stop busting the damn things?
[get stronger already, dumbass.]
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[Better his ribs than his hands. He nudges Zoro, pushing his shoulder.]
I should just take a page out of your book and pretend like it's not there.
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[in other words, it didn't matter. he thought everyone knew that. It was just common sense. In any case, have a (gentler) nudge back]
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You are so full of shit, marimo. You can tell yourself that all you want, but that's not how the human body works. [waves the hand with the cigarette between his fingers] That is, if you're even human. Some days I have my doubts.
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It's how mine works. [he lightly touches the makeshift bandage] The bleeding stopped, didn't it?
[of course it did]
Willpower. [small don]
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