[Dodges the book, but only just barely since he's too busy completely busting a gut as laughter explodes out of him.]
What, I thought with the swords and shit it might be your thing! You really didn't even give it a try, you idiot. Maybe you'd like it! Look.
[He'll just help you out again because HE'S THE MOST HELPFUL EVER, lifting the book in his hand once more and focusing on the page as he prowls closer to Zoro. Total shit-eating grin on his face, his voice dropping a notch or two so he can read in an appropriately husky (and dramatic) tone.]
He turned the cigarette deftly between his fingers, pursed his sensuous lips around the filter, and took a long deep drag. The tip of the cigarette flared bright and hot, but, Jean-Marc's gaze burned hotter— Wait, that's boring. Hmm.
[Flips a few more pages, brow furrowing a bit as he searches for something more exciting. It's obvious he's found it when that grin stretches over his face again.]
Here we go. I begin by reclining almost fully; my head rests on the arm of the sofa so that I can watch myself. I pour a small amount of oil over my breasts and set the bottle aside on the small mahogany table by the sofa. Now with both hands I begin to spread the oil around and over my breasts. I take as long as is necessary to make my—
[And then he promptly dissolves into giggles snickers because he's actually thirteen years old. Also maybe the expression on Zoro's face? FUCK KNOWS. If the shitty marimo plant is trying at all to book it the hell out of the living room, Sanji's totally just gonna follow him and read even louder.]
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What, I thought with the swords and shit it might be your thing! You really didn't even give it a try, you idiot. Maybe you'd like it! Look.
[He'll just help you out again because HE'S THE MOST HELPFUL EVER, lifting the book in his hand once more and focusing on the page as he prowls closer to Zoro. Total shit-eating grin on his face, his voice dropping a notch or two so he can read in an appropriately husky (and dramatic) tone.]
He turned the cigarette deftly between his fingers, pursed his sensuous lips around the filter, and took a long deep drag. The tip of the cigarette flared bright and hot, but, Jean-Marc's gaze burned hotter— Wait, that's boring. Hmm.
[Flips a few more pages, brow furrowing a bit as he searches for something more exciting. It's obvious he's found it when that grin stretches over his face again.]
Here we go. I begin by reclining almost fully; my head rests on the arm of the sofa so that I can watch myself. I pour a small amount of oil over my breasts and set the bottle aside on the small mahogany table by the sofa. Now with both hands I begin to spread the oil around and over my breasts. I take as long as is necessary to make my—
[And then he promptly dissolves into
gigglessnickers because he's actually thirteen years old. Also maybe the expression on Zoro's face? FUCK KNOWS. If the shitty marimo plant is trying at all to book it the hell out of the living room, Sanji's totally just gonna follow him and read even louder.]