#strawhatted

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Crocodile was in the middle of discussing next steps for information when he heard Robin speak up. She wouldn't interrupt him in such a manner unless she had sensed something, and Mr 0 had long known his second-in-command had some of the best senses in the space. His eyes narrowed as he stood up straight, eyes flickering to the side before lips parted from his maw to show a sneer of annoyance.

"Yes. "

But he doesn't get the opportunity, because Luffy is already clambering into the scant inches of space left in his first mate's bunk. He'd startled awake, a scream caught in his chest like a bird in a cage, and wastes no time sprawling over the man whose phantom disappearance has him begging don't leave, don't leave, don't leave.

Can Zoro feel the frenetic beat of his heart? Let him — the captain can hear Zoro's, now, ear pressed against the most steadfast man he's ever known. Flush against him and instantly content, he goes right back to sleep.

He’s been awake for a while now; awareness settling sharp and steady beneath the guise of sleep. Still, he doesn’t move, not even as he takes note of the sound of footsteps; soft, unhurried, familiar. His breathing stays slow and his body remains slack against the mattress as though he hasn’t stirred in hours. He tracks the sound without opening his eyes and — while he would have opened his mouth to make some sort of comment towards his captain, the man beats him to it.

Instructs him to move over before climbing on in.

Letting out a small grunt, he doesn't actually move, instead allows the man to take up space wherever he so chooses. Cracking open an eye only after Luffy's begun to settle, he regards his captain thoughtfully.

Feeling the erratic heartbeat quivering through Luffy's chest — instinct draws his arm around waist; a subtle coil as he pulls the young man closer and rests his chin atop his head.

He was in the crew quarters drinking his morning coffee and reading a newspaper when the pitter-patter of small feet at the door drew his attention. He stared at Ofelia confused as she was just standing there, and what was that stuff taped to her arms and head, and scribbled all over her face? Then it dawned on him, and his head tipped back as absolutely delighted laughter erupted from his chest. The coffee and the paper promptly forgotten, he stood up and scooped Ofelia up by the armpits, "Are you are pirannha?"

Remembering how he had called her that the day before when the snooty little kid had tried to bite him. He had transformed into his dog form and said that his teeth are sharper as he smiled at her with his big dog teeth. She hadn't left him alone for the rest of the day.

He held her against his side, his mouth turning down into a mock pout, "Awh man, now my teeth aren't the sharpest on this ship," he lamented and poked her on the cheek where the drawn teeth were.

"Oh well, that's alright!" he quickly recovered and lifted her above his head, "SWIM LITTLE PIRANNHA, SWIM!!" as he charged out of the crew quarters and onto the deck, cackling, "LETS GO BITE SOME PEOPLE!"

the  guilt  is  prevalent  in  every  step  she  takes  back  towards  Cocoyasi  Village  -  digits  twine  around  the  staff  tight,  knuckles  white  from  clenching.  Nami's  shoulders  are  tense,  her  body  taut  and  stiff. 

She  doesn't  even  look  at  her  sister.  She  can't.  Her  head  is  held  up  high,  but  her  gaze  is  low. 

When  her  eyes  do  lift,  she  can  see  the  contempt  in  Nojiko's  gaze  that  cuts  through  her.  The  debt  she  might  spend  a  lifetime  paying  is  the  one  of  forgiveness.  But  as  long  as  Arlong  lives,  they  can  never  be  free.

Wonders never cease: a woman is talking to Usopp.

Zoro whistles as he walks into the aquarium bar, drink in hand, but their sniper doesn't notice. Looks like he barely notices anything except the woman — which is quite the feat, considering their cook is on the opposite side of the lounge and practically on fire.

It's this flaming ball of jealousy that he sits next to, bottle in hand, elbow propped across the back of the curved booth. Wouldn't miss this for the world, he thinks. Especially since: oh.

It looks like the woman is doing a bit more than talking to Usopp.

Zoro takes a swig. Watches. Glances at Sanji. Leans toward the love cook, close enough for that heat to sear his face. And, with a grin that's more of a leer: "Want to make out?"

He lasts about one second before leaning back, covering his face with his free hand, and bursting into laughter.

Shitty fucking sniper and his shitty fucking luck — Since when did the ladies flock to him?

Stewing in his definitely-not-jealously, certainly not annoyed, teeth are firm pressed against cigarette. The damn thing's near cut in two — threatening to collapse at any moment as it dangles dangerously from tattered edge.

He's too caught up in the scene playing out before him to even notice the swordsman's approach, let alone the man's close proximity. In fact — he doesn't even realize just how much heat he's radiating from pure, unadulterated rage; the toe of his shoe briefly sparking as it threatens to ignite. Honestly? The only thing that snaps him from his seething fury is not the sound of the man's voice, but the words themself:

Want to make out?

... Eh? Make out? Certainly, he'd love to make out with someone. A nice woman with long legs and beautiful luscious hair and — wait a minute. That wasn't a lady's voice talking to him —