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[ given that zoro had been fully prepared to walk right on by, should this have counted as finding his way? perhaps by the very loosest definition, but even that was a stretch. fluke, more like.
and yet, despite his near miss and bafflingly roundabout path, he had somehow managed to reach his destination. eventually. ]
No thanks to you, asshole.
[ he bristled defensively, a muscle working in his jaw as he glowered back at the cook. what was that tone? he didn't have to sound so damned surprised by it - not when his useless directions hadn't helped him in the least.
(maybe, had he managed to follow a single one, they would have, but that was beside the point.) ]
and yet, despite his near miss and bafflingly roundabout path, he had somehow managed to reach his destination. eventually. ]
No thanks to you, asshole.
[ he bristled defensively, a muscle working in his jaw as he glowered back at the cook. what was that tone? he didn't have to sound so damned surprised by it - not when his useless directions hadn't helped him in the least.
(maybe, had he managed to follow a single one, they would have, but that was beside the point.) ]
[ were it any other two members of the crew, this entire interaction could go along much more smoothly. but as misfortune has brought sanji and zoro to link up within several feet of one another, there isn't the slightest chance for this to go without some incident of raised voices and irritated tones.
as soon as the mutter of "asshole" slips from the greenheaded man's lips, sanji is all too instantly invading any semblance of his personal space, standing by the crates one second and then suddenly lodging the flat of his forehead to zoro's, pressing in with all the force he can muster, fueled either by haki or pure stubborn rage. ]
Ehhhhh!? Weren't you the one saying you wouldn't take directions from me, shithead?
as soon as the mutter of "asshole" slips from the greenheaded man's lips, sanji is all too instantly invading any semblance of his personal space, standing by the crates one second and then suddenly lodging the flat of his forehead to zoro's, pressing in with all the force he can muster, fueled either by haki or pure stubborn rage. ]
Ehhhhh!? Weren't you the one saying you wouldn't take directions from me, shithead?
[ given the seeming dissonance between the two, the synchronicity with which they moved was actually quite impressive by contrast. instinctively, he knew where the other man's anger would take him - and zoro was more than prepared to answer, his own forehead colliding against the cook's with equal and opposing force.
he grit his teeth, pushing back with every ounce of frustration and thick-headed defiance he possessed. which, while a considerable amount, was nowhere near enough to tip the scales between them. ]
Why the hell would I need some idiot cook telling me the wrong way to go?!
he grit his teeth, pushing back with every ounce of frustration and thick-headed defiance he possessed. which, while a considerable amount, was nowhere near enough to tip the scales between them. ]
Why the hell would I need some idiot cook telling me the wrong way to go?!
[ the air around them seemingly vibrates with energy, heat radiating from a fueling of their mutual irritation. typically, it takes the attractive presence of a woman to steal the entirety of sanji's attention, but zoro has a unique ability for embodying a full distraction in another manner, the way sanji instantly seems to nearly forget the original reason he asked zoro here in the first place, with no one capable of tearing his eyes away from their competitive shared contact now.
the press of their heads face quite the match as sanji refuses to back down with his foot braced heavily against the ground, even as their noses practically brush together. ]
And why the hell would I tell you the wrong way!? As if I'd want to waste my time waiting around for your lost ass!
the press of their heads face quite the match as sanji refuses to back down with his foot braced heavily against the ground, even as their noses practically brush together. ]
And why the hell would I tell you the wrong way!? As if I'd want to waste my time waiting around for your lost ass!
[ his palm itched, hand instinctively wrapping itself around the grip of kitetsu, but making no move to actually draw it. it didn't matter where they were now, or that their raised voices might attract (even more) attention - the swordsman's focus had narrowed to a single point, unwilling to look past the man in front of him. he had that way of getting under his skin, riling him in a way no one else had ever managed to match.
he widened his stance, unwilling to concede even an inch. the cook could shove his entire face against his, for all he cared - he wouldn't be the one backing down. ]
Haaa?! Who asked you to?! You're one who needed me to carry your shit for you, you twirly brow bastard!
he widened his stance, unwilling to concede even an inch. the cook could shove his entire face against his, for all he cared - he wouldn't be the one backing down. ]
Haaa?! Who asked you to?! You're one who needed me to carry your shit for you, you twirly brow bastard!
Edited 2025-02-05 04:31 (UTC)
[ if someone like nami were to approach them, scolding them for their recklessness and public intimidations, sanji would buckle in an instant, abandoning any sense of competition to give in with obedience. but without an outside force strong enough to tear his attention away, priority stands with trying to maintain himself on zoro's level, and as he senses the other man's grip to his sword, his own leg remains just as prepared as his own weapon, surging with a sudden simmering fire from thigh to heel. ]
My shit!? I'm feeding your dumb mouth with that "shit", so how about I kick some damn respect into you!?
My shit!? I'm feeding your dumb mouth with that "shit", so how about I kick some damn respect into you!?
[ there was always a certain satisfaction in goading the cook, the suggestion of violence heating his blood as quick as any flame. this was where he thrived; his earlier frustrations were easily shrugged off, lest the weight of them end up slowing his blade.
that initial spark of fire was met with the sing of steel, two swords drawn and held at the ready. his lips split in a grin, smug that his prodding had had the desired effect. ]
Why don't you try it?
that initial spark of fire was met with the sing of steel, two swords drawn and held at the ready. his lips split in a grin, smug that his prodding had had the desired effect. ]
Why don't you try it?
Edited (I can words) 2025-02-06 01:51 (UTC)
[ that is incredibly optimistic. ]
probably more than one patch of flowers on the island
[ however, he does start walking again. at least if he's actively searching for them, he's less likely to trample said flowers. ]
probably more than one patch of flowers on the island
[ however, he does start walking again. at least if he's actively searching for them, he's less likely to trample said flowers. ]
[ it's not a bad idea, but that doesn't mean that he likes it. having to yell out to someone who potentially wasn't even there could prove embarrassing - especially if no one answered. ]
fine
[ the least ridiculous thing he can think of is short, simple - a loud 'oi!', because what the hell else should he say? ]
fine
[ the least ridiculous thing he can think of is short, simple - a loud 'oi!', because what the hell else should he say? ]
[ sanji doesn't crave or hunger for thrill of a fight the way that zoro often does, nor does he take pleasure in it beyond its necessity as a form of protecting his crew, of keeping the ladies safe. yet there's undeniably a heat in his blood when it comes to fueling up towards a fight with zoro, even if he'd personally refuse to refer to it as excitement and more the depths of his own annoyance with the man.
it burns the fire around his leg hot, cracks the resistance of his temper, as he grits his teeth, eyes stern with the challenge, as the sight of zoro's grin grips at something tight in the inside. ]
I'll teach you a damn lesson, shitty swordsman—!
[ and he gives a spin on his heel, hurling up the force of his own leg, well aware that zoro won't simply take it, but driving all of his strength into the kick regardless. ]
it burns the fire around his leg hot, cracks the resistance of his temper, as he grits his teeth, eyes stern with the challenge, as the sight of zoro's grin grips at something tight in the inside. ]
I'll teach you a damn lesson, shitty swordsman—!
[ and he gives a spin on his heel, hurling up the force of his own leg, well aware that zoro won't simply take it, but driving all of his strength into the kick regardless. ]
[ the blow was met with the flats of his blades, the sheer force enough to make him dig his heels in, adjusting his stance.
while there was much to be said about the cook's physical strength, it wasn't what got zoro's pulse racing. they had faced strong opponents plenty of times - but none had been able to read him the way sanji could. by that same voiceless understanding they shared on the battlefield, zoro knew he didn't need to hold back. not with him.
for someone who had always communicated better through actions, there was a sort of honesty to it that the swordsman could appreciate. ]
Tch.
[ he shoved back hard with his crossed blades; attempting to knock him off balance was a wasted effort, but he could at least create enough space to attack properly. ]
What the hell could a perverted cook have to teach me about respect?
while there was much to be said about the cook's physical strength, it wasn't what got zoro's pulse racing. they had faced strong opponents plenty of times - but none had been able to read him the way sanji could. by that same voiceless understanding they shared on the battlefield, zoro knew he didn't need to hold back. not with him.
for someone who had always communicated better through actions, there was a sort of honesty to it that the swordsman could appreciate. ]
Tch.
[ he shoved back hard with his crossed blades; attempting to knock him off balance was a wasted effort, but he could at least create enough space to attack properly. ]
What the hell could a perverted cook have to teach me about respect?
[ he can hear something, distantly. were he literally anyone else, he would probably walk in the direction of the sound - but given his irrevocably skewed internal compass, zoro is veering off to the left.
close enough. ]
might be. think i hear you
close enough. ]
might be. think i hear you
[ that is odd. by the sound of it, she does seem to be getting further away - clearly, she must be headed in the wrong direction. ]
why the hell would i do that???
just stay there and so i can find you dammit!!
[ his idea is mostly sound, if it didn't involve him being the one still moving. ]
why the hell would i do that???
just stay there and so i can find you dammit!!
[ his idea is mostly sound, if it didn't involve him being the one still moving. ]
Edited 2025-02-12 04:17 (UTC)
Find me? How are you going to find me when I can't find you?
[ A more logical person would find this completely absurd, but as frustrating as this is, playing the most chaotic game of Marco Polo is almost fun. Besides, how far away could he really get?
Another hello shouted at the sky later– ]
Am I closer yet?
[ A more logical person would find this completely absurd, but as frustrating as this is, playing the most chaotic game of Marco Polo is almost fun. Besides, how far away could he really get?
Another hello shouted at the sky later– ]
Am I closer yet?
[ it would be perilous to underestimate the anti-navigational abilities of a man who got lost in a straight line. however, one can hope that his current meandering path will lead him in a giant circle, as he keeps his eye to the ground, still on the hunt for flowers.
his own frustration does begin to slow his stride, and he glowers at the transponder with an exaggerated sigh. how hard could this be?! yet, with the momentary pause, he does manage to catch the distinct sound of the woman's voice, still a distance out, but clear enough. ]
heard that
sounds closer
his own frustration does begin to slow his stride, and he glowers at the transponder with an exaggerated sigh. how hard could this be?! yet, with the momentary pause, he does manage to catch the distinct sound of the woman's voice, still a distance out, but clear enough. ]
heard that
sounds closer
[ well, that did sound like her. his gauge of distance was admittedly not the greatest when there was no cutting involved, but it did seem closer than it had previously. ]
cant tell
keep yelling
cant tell
keep yelling
did you just make that up?
[ well, regardless of his feelings, it is effective. he is movinggenerally in the direction of the sound. ]
[ well, regardless of his feelings, it is effective. he is moving
[ooc: continue from here.]
YOU CANT EVEN HEAR ME
[ okay, probably not helping his case. deep breaths. ]
youll be fine
just wear a different dress next time im there
YOU CANT EVEN HEAR ME
[ okay, probably not helping his case. deep breaths. ]
youll be fine
just wear a different dress next time im there
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