It's a good thing he already dropped the sake, because the wave of dizziness nearly knocks him completely over, only by the grace of gripping the edge of the counter in time does Zoro stay on his feet. Mostly. He sags against the counter, and has just forgotten the word 'potato.'
But what Sanji gets in turn is no fun, either.
The flailing of hairy baboon limbs and glint of light off metal weaponry probably goes by in a blur, there isn't much distinct that Zoro remembers about any of them except the one with the tell-tale mimic sword. But there's a cloudy sky, a foggy landscape, tall fir trees and curly-cued hillsides. Blood. Darkness. A castle? Whatever half-formed images there are coalesce in a face familiar to them both. Cool, superior, heavy-lidded golden eyes and a frown of disapproval. Sanji may see through Zoro's eyes, then - his hands on the floor, then Mihawk's perplexed frown vanishing as Zoro's head bows fully. The sound of Mihawk's amused laughter, You're asking me to raise with my own hand a swordsman who is after my head?
It's everything he wouldn't want the others to know.
Zoro is cursing his little ghostly shadow as he comes up for air, breathing huge gulps of it to steady himself and his stomach.]
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It's a good thing he already dropped the sake, because the wave of dizziness nearly knocks him completely over, only by the grace of gripping the edge of the counter in time does Zoro stay on his feet. Mostly. He sags against the counter, and has just forgotten the word 'potato.'
But what Sanji gets in turn is no fun, either.
The flailing of hairy baboon limbs and glint of light off metal weaponry probably goes by in a blur, there isn't much distinct that Zoro remembers about any of them except the one with the tell-tale mimic sword. But there's a cloudy sky, a foggy landscape, tall fir trees and curly-cued hillsides. Blood. Darkness. A castle? Whatever half-formed images there are coalesce in a face familiar to them both. Cool, superior, heavy-lidded golden eyes and a frown of disapproval. Sanji may see through Zoro's eyes, then - his hands on the floor, then Mihawk's perplexed frown vanishing as Zoro's head bows fully. The sound of Mihawk's amused laughter, You're asking me to raise with my own hand a swordsman who is after my head?
It's everything he wouldn't want the others to know.
Zoro is cursing his little ghostly shadow as he comes up for air, breathing huge gulps of it to steady himself and his stomach.]
Fucking...!