Yup, still writing this cheesy bullshit lol

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    Robin caught up to Sanji not long after the crew went their separate ways into town. She hung back at a bit of a distance, hesitant as she watched him root around in his pockets for his grocery list. In regards to the night before, there were a lot of avenues she could go down, all of them equally mortifying to her.

    “I’ve been assigned as your chaperon, Sanji-san,” she said finally as she approached him, politely smiling. Perhaps it would be best if she just… didn’t mention anything about it at all?

    “You don’t say?” Sanji grinned as she stood at his side. “And to what do I owe this honor, Robin-chwan?” he added, pulling out his pack of smokes.

    “A certain cocktail waitress and a three hour delay,” she said with a sideways glance and a sly smile.

    At this, Sanji jolted, and his pack of cigarettes seemed to leap out of his hands, doing several somersaults in the air as Sanji tried frantically to catch it, miraculously managing to do so before it hit the ground. Shit, he thought, Nami-swan promised she’d keep that little mishap to herself…

    “W-well, Robin-chwan, what had happ–”

    She laughed, surprised to see him so flustered. “Sanji-san, please, it’s fine! There’s no judgment here, I promise.” And it was true. Sanji was something of a philanderer, everyone else on the crew knew this as well as she did, but Robin wasn’t one to judge, especially not something like that. Every pirate gets a little… pent up, sometimes. For Sanji, that just happened to be… a lot of the time.