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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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[His reflexes take over, his leg jerking and lightly kicking Zoro in the chest, as Sanji bites down a reaction and snarls at it.]

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.

[He liked that reaction too damn much. A combination of fighting and...something else. It makes him feel electrified somehow and not in the 'watch where you're aiming the thunderbolt tempo, witch!' way.

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.]

[Sanji sits up a little more, trying to compose himself, and unconsciously curls an arm around his chest as if to protect it. He's still trying to control his breathing.]

What the hell are you looking so smug for? Don't go getting any crazy ideas, moss-head.

[That kills it a bit. He had thought...but now he wasn't quite so sure. Well it didn't matter... Whatever the true nature of the competition was, he'd won simply by competing his goal.]

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]

[He peers at Zoro, but with a sigh, lets it go. His cheeks still feel warm, but it's probably nothing. Now that he can move, Sanji, pushes himself to his feet, testing out his legs (wow, yeah, they feel much better...) and then moving around to pull as much driftwood closer to their fire as he can so they don't have to work to keep it going.

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?

[don't sit this close to him. Why are you sitting this close to him? Are you cold. Damn love cook you're the one closer to the fire and it's not helping the damn electricity thing.

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.]

[Deal with it, marimo, he is actually a little chilled now that he took off his wet coat. He might not be losing buckets of blood like a certain green idiot but he's still injured, and tired, and doesn't know which way is up. And the roar of the falls with the rain and thunder behind it is turning his senses to mush, making him sort of sleepy. He droops toward Zoro, then catches himself and shakes himself alert.]

Ohhh I'm sure. That hole in your side isn't what it looks like, is it? Hmph.

[don't sleep on him either. That just sends all kinds of mixed signals.
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.

Don't tell me what to do.

[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.

[unfortunately he can't tell what it is Sanji wants or he'd get it for him. Sanji's movement catches his eye and he's caught again by the line of is throat, the edge of his jaw. He swallows and tries not to stare too much but when he speaks his voice is a bit thicker than normal]

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]

[he can tell there's something up, he can hear it in Zoro's tone, and casts him a curious sort of glance from under the sheaf of hair hiding his eyes. The movement makes him sit up a little, but it still takes him a long moment to dredge up the courage to politely ask a favor of the swordsman.]

...my tobacco purse is in the front pocket. Can you reach it?

[he grunts again. It's kind of weird rooting through the cook's pocket and discounting the fact that it smells like him in a dizzying way-- Because he really doesn't need to go down that road... He pulls out what Sanji asked for and hands it to him.

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]

[oh yes precious smokes yes...

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?]

Mm.

[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.]

It's a little late for that, now.

[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.

As long as you have strength of will it doesn't matter how much blood you lose.

[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]

[snorts, and then laughs weakly]

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.

[he's unsure how to take that laugh. It makes him feel light even though he's pretty sure he should be feeling insulted]

It's how mine works. [he lightly touches the makeshift bandage] The bleeding stopped, didn't it?

[of course it did]

Willpower. [small don]

[pokes him in the bicep this time]

The bleeding stopped because I put my hand and a bandage over it, dumbshit. I'm not knocking your willpower, I'm sure that's what's keeping you upright, but seriously. Do you even hear yourself?

[less lighthearted now]

Yeah it helped but the bleeding wouldn't've stopped unless I told it to. [and just what the hell did he think he was implying] You wanna start something, ero cook?

Psh... [fine, let him believe it if he wants to] You're not worth the energy, moss-brain. Besides, I just got comfortable.

[pokes him again, since he's right there]

Why, you wanna start something back?

You couldn't keep up even if I did. [with his busted ribs and everything. He leans his head back against the wall] Don't you have a nap to take?

[or whatever he was doing to recover]

Oi, I can so! [he starts up, but yes, there's a twinge in his side that forces him to back down.] Or I would if I really wanted to, which I don't.

I said I was sitting, not napping. Clean the moss out of your ears.

[damnit he likes Sanji with fight in him, but now is not the time so he doesn't pursue it. Though oddly he feels unsatisfied, like he finished before he'd even begun. It just makes him more annoyed]

So sit quieter, dumbass. [nudge]

Stop that. [waves a hand like he's going to slap Zoro's wrist, though he doesn't.] You're not helping.

[He finishes his cigarette, grinds it out on the rocky floor and stows the butt in the little pouch that holds his pack and lighter.]

I hope we don't get stuck in here all night. We're going to need food sooner or later.

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