( it's about a sentence into sanji's bullshit explanation that zoro briefly thinks about punching him in the face — because he's not a fucking idiot (most of the time), he knows what they have to do in order to eat in this place. it stings, the guilt of not being able to help sanji and nami ever since he was injured, knowing that it's cold as balls outside and plants are dead or dying and most animals are hiding away and hibernating. he knows how hard it must be, and it pisses him off.
— and maybe it feels like the cook's holding it against him, and that stings even somewhere even deeper. )
I didn't ask you to do any of this, shithead.
( the bowl of meat pisses him off now, too, as does the small pitcher full of potent blood; briefly, he considers knocking them both off of the night stand, blood seeping into their wooden floors for the umpteenth time, bowl shattered into jagged fragments that might remind him of how broken things are between him and the fucking cook, no matter how hard zoro's tried for some stupid reason.
he doesn't, though. they're short on food. short on blood. zoro just swallows hard, watching sanji smoke like his life depends on it, blissfully unaware that it maybe does. )
You should've just let me die at that fucking circus. Then you'd have more than enough to go around for you and Nami.
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Date: 2024-01-22 03:40 am (UTC)— and maybe it feels like the cook's holding it against him, and that stings even somewhere even deeper. )
I didn't ask you to do any of this, shithead.
( the bowl of meat pisses him off now, too, as does the small pitcher full of potent blood; briefly, he considers knocking them both off of the night stand, blood seeping into their wooden floors for the umpteenth time, bowl shattered into jagged fragments that might remind him of how broken things are between him and the fucking cook, no matter how hard zoro's tried for some stupid reason.
he doesn't, though. they're short on food. short on blood. zoro just swallows hard, watching sanji smoke like his life depends on it, blissfully unaware that it maybe does. )
You should've just let me die at that fucking circus. Then you'd have more than enough to go around for you and Nami.