[Sorry, you were trying to ask an actually pretty legitimate question? Sanji is still distracted by how Zoro's hair feels between his fingers and is vaguely wondering why he's never run his hands through the man's hair before but also feeling faintly concerned that this is now something he apparently wants to do.
Never mind whatever his other hand is doing down by Zoro's haramaki, fiddling and trailing over uncovered skin.]
Oh. No, there's... I got other shit. Cookbooks and stuff. Figured I'd, uh.
[Something.
He presses in closer to Zoro for absolutely no fucking reason at all.]
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[Sorry, you were trying to ask an actually pretty legitimate question? Sanji is still distracted by how Zoro's hair feels between his fingers and is vaguely wondering why he's never run his hands through the man's hair before but also feeling faintly concerned that this is now something he apparently wants to do.
Never mind whatever his other hand is doing down by Zoro's haramaki, fiddling and trailing over uncovered skin.]
Oh. No, there's... I got other shit. Cookbooks and stuff. Figured I'd, uh.
[Something.
He presses in closer to Zoro for absolutely no fucking reason at all.]
Learn more about the local cuisine. You know.
[A beat.]
They're not shitty porn, dumbass.