[bending over a barrel what now? Ahem. Zoro may have to abscond with this book later. For Science. Yeah.
He's not ignorant of the hand in his hair, he knows it's there and somehow he's not completely repulsed by it. But every time he tells himself to knock it away, to back off, to get out of range, his limbs refuse to obey his brain. He lifts a hand, telling himself he'll shove Sanji back so he can stop touching him god, but instead it rests flat against his chest and slides down to his waist.
The fact that he can't stop touching the cook, despite having absolutely no conscious need or want to do so, is really bizarre.]
What's the matter, afraid your reputation is gonna suffer, Prince?
[like any ladies are going to look at your library card records.]
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He's not ignorant of the hand in his hair, he knows it's there and somehow he's not completely repulsed by it. But every time he tells himself to knock it away, to back off, to get out of range, his limbs refuse to obey his brain. He lifts a hand, telling himself he'll shove Sanji back so he can stop touching him god, but instead it rests flat against his chest and slides down to his waist.
The fact that he can't stop touching the cook, despite having absolutely no conscious need or want to do so, is really bizarre.]
What's the matter, afraid your reputation is gonna suffer, Prince?
[like any ladies are going to look at your library card records.]