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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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[He doesn't know why Zoro is swearing this time, but Sanji's hand eases away a little, unsure if he accidentally brushed something painful or what. The hands on his stomach and then hips are just fine, his breathing surprisingly evens out to something relaxed and content.

The touch to his neck surprises him, though, and he sucks in a breath sharply. If he's not into kissing then what...? Tingles run down his spine at the sensation, he can't help himself - it doesn't matter who's doing it, apparently, his body enjoys it all the same. His hands slide over Zoro's where they are, trapping them.]

...you'd better not leave marks, marimo.

[at least, not anywhere that he can't cover up by keeping his tie straightened up.]