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[mossheaded]

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[mossheaded]

YOU THINK ID CHOOSE TO WEAR YOUR STUPID SHIRT???
I CANT FIND MINE

[ which was probably his fault somehow!! ]

[sanji]

THEN DONT WEAR ANY
WHERE THE HELL ARE THE BUTTONS

[mossheaded]

fine whatever
take your stupid shirt

[ doesn't bother him any. when he's wandering around later, shirtless and sweaty, not his problem. ]

didnt see where they went

[sanji]

[ he's too consumed with fury to realize what he's brought upon himself. ]

you idiot
you don't even own shirts like that
how the hell do you get it mixed???

[mossheaded]

im not the dumbass who left it on the floor
how the hell do you know what shirts i have???

[ impossible - he doesn't even know what's in his wardrobe at this point. half of it is whatever nami shoves him into to appear presentable. ]

grabbed it cause it was closest

[sanji]

do you think your laundry cleans itself????

[ he knows his wardrobe against his will!!! ]

do you even look at what you're grabbing or are you that empty headed

[mossheaded]

not like i asked you to

[ anyone who has to be near him probably did. ]

shut up
take one of mine if youre gonna be pissed about it

[sanji]

[ ungrateful!!! ]

why would i wear your stinky ass clothes???

[mossheaded]

youre the one doing laundry shit cook

[ it’s not like he’d look good wearing something of his anyway!! ]

not like you dont have more stupid shirts
dont see why this one matters

[sanji]

like any detergent has the power to get rid of your gross sweat

[ does he have that scent put to memory? shut up!! ]

because i LIKE it, idiot

[mossheaded]

dont blame me cause youre shitty at washing it

its just a damn shirt

[ and yet, he actually is trying to find where the buttons went. not that he cares enough to get it fixed or anything. ]

[sanji]

whatever
figures you wouldn't get it

[ he's pouty but after a moment, he'll add, ]

it's one of the few i have left from living on the baratie

[mossheaded]

[ fuck.

zoro wouldn’t pretend he fully understood, but he still got it. whether it was an old shirt or a sword - the physical form didn’t really matter. ]

just needs some new buttons
dumbass cook

[ it wouldn’t, because he would damned well find the old ones - but it was something he could say, edging on an apology he couldn’t quite figure out the words for. ]

[sanji]

[ sanji isn't expecting much, because he knows that zoro wouldn't find the value in a shirt. he could probably fight him more on this, but honestly, he gets very little from putting up an argument with him like this, compared to the more typical physical nature of it. ]

probably ripped the seams with that dumb chest of yours too

[ maybe a little more fight just to comment on those tits for good measure. ]

just leave it on my bed
i'll deal with it

[mossheaded]

fine

[ strained, maybe, but not ripped. unfortunately, his tits would not be contained.

any of the usual thrill he took in goading sanji had guttered out, replaced instead by a tight, uncomfortable feeling in his chest. there were plenty of things he should have said, ‘sorry’ ranking high on that list - but he didn’t.

chances were, they’d have come out wrong had he tried.

so, he left the shirt on his bed as requested. it even had its original buttons, reattached with tight, slightly messy stitches. there are a few spots where the thread had snagged the back of the shirt, effectively sewing the garment closed - but it was an attempt. ]

[sanji]

[ there's the ever present continued annoyance in the fact that one of his more valued pieces of clothing had certainly been through the ringer today, his face wincing every time his mind thinks of those torn buttons (as he ignores the other pulsing thrum in thinking of that chest nearly bursting out of the fabric). fortunately, he's distracted enough with other tasks around the galley to keep himself from getting too lost in that frustration, not until he has a chance to make it back to the cabin.

at first, he's obviously confused, seeing buttons attached to the shirt, before a closer examination notices that uncoordinated stitching. as his fingers brush along the back, he feels the odd bumps of extra threading, his face dropping to a blank stare and he realizes the job is even shabbier than a first glance would suggest.

it's a horrible, embarrassing effort — but it's an effort all the same. and sanji's plenty surprised.

and maybe a little touched.




so, fine, he sends another message, finally. ]

first time you pick up a needle?

[mossheaded]

[ not like he'd needed the cook to tell him it was shoddy work. ask him to cut something, and he'd have it down to the millimeter, every angle squared and precise. zoro was excellent at destroying things, but piecing them back together? he had far less practice with that, and it showed in every misaligned stitch.

couldn't get better at things without putting in the work. ]

if youre gonna bitch go ask one of the girls to fix it

[ it wasn't like he'd expected to be praised - he didn't want it. he'd done what was right because that's exactly what it was - the right thing. he'd been the one to fuck it up in the first place, so it wasn't like the cook owed him anything for trying to fix it. ]

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