[He was expecting to be kicked - yes, even while sitting on the couch - so this is a rather pleasant surprise. There's still a touch of frustration in it on Zoro's end, he doesn't know what to do with his lips and it shows, but there's a growl in his throat and his hand on Sanji's collar yanks a little as if refusing to back down first. Yet, when it feels like it's enough and he can break off, a sense of relief washes through him. It's the best possible outcome, and even though there's still a chance he could get kicked, he's at least made his intentions known.
Zoro isn't about to let it get away from him, though, and even if this is a good outcome, he's on edge. His free hand comes up and curls around Sanji's neck to fist in his hair, and he drags his eye up to fix on the cook's face, only the slightest bit worried that he's going to see fear or revulsion there. His face, in turn, is earnest, brow furrowed, determined to see this through until they can agree what to do about this. Even if it comes to nothing, if this is his first and last chance to explore a different facet of his bond with the cook, he wants it to be something he'll never regret.
That leaves him sitting there, searching Sanji's face for a while. There are simply no words, yet, for where they go from here. But Zoro has spent the last seven months, give or take a couple of weeks, in this man's space, living alongside him as friends more than mere crewmates, much it just the two of them alone trying to hang on to memories and routines and strength and dreams. Even if Luffy had never mentioned his weird otherworldly experiences, this is something Zoro has wondered about for a long time, and now it's right here, literally in his hands. WHAT DO?]
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Zoro isn't about to let it get away from him, though, and even if this is a good outcome, he's on edge. His free hand comes up and curls around Sanji's neck to fist in his hair, and he drags his eye up to fix on the cook's face, only the slightest bit worried that he's going to see fear or revulsion there. His face, in turn, is earnest, brow furrowed, determined to see this through until they can agree what to do about this. Even if it comes to nothing, if this is his first and last chance to explore a different facet of his bond with the cook, he wants it to be something he'll never regret.
That leaves him sitting there, searching Sanji's face for a while. There are simply no words, yet, for where they go from here. But Zoro has spent the last seven months, give or take a couple of weeks, in this man's space, living alongside him as friends more than mere crewmates, much it just the two of them alone trying to hang on to memories and routines and strength and dreams. Even if Luffy had never mentioned his weird otherworldly experiences, this is something Zoro has wondered about for a long time, and now it's right here, literally in his hands. WHAT DO?]