#witch nami

“What do you want?” Zoro growled into the phone.

“Well, it sounds like someone slept on the wrong side of the coffin.” Nami's voice snarked at him therw the phone.

“Again what the fuck do you want witch?” Zoro wanted to go back to sleep, he had given himself two extra days off from the dojo and his mini brewery to deal with jet lag and run errands after being gone for a month. Perona should be by this evening with fresh blood and his pets. Their empty habits were a strange feeling.

“Since I'm such a kind and generous person I'm calling to let you know the monthly meetup is tonight, and you'll want to be there. Major Sanji update.” Zoro hated how even after all this time just hearing the damn blond's name still did funny things to his insides. He had tried dating other people but he always ended up comparing them to Sanji and they always came up short. Where would they be now if Sanji had been able to stay? He'd like to think they would still be together, Curly would already be up and cooking. The small apartment filling with the smell. If anyone could figure out how to allow vampires to eat food it would be him. Zoro would wonder into the kitchen and see him standing in that silly pink apron. He come up behind the blond and wrap his arms around him berring his nose in Sanji hair. He'd press kisses alongside his neck and then... “Zoro!” Namis shout broke him from his daydream. “Are you still there or did you fall asleep on the damn Phone…again.”

“Shut up! That was one time!” Zoro shouted into the phone he could feel his face flush with embersment. “I'll be there.” Zoro hung up the phone. He knew there would be hell to pay latter but right now he couldnt give less of a fuck.