( a drag show? it's a first for zoro, that's for sure. weirdly enough, it wasn't even nami who invited him but koby, who told zoro he was doing something called "stage managing" — so, ever the supportive bro and ever looking for an excuse to drink and enjoy himself, he sits at his own little table and watches the acts.
nami's act is unexpected, his face going hot when he sees the straps of her harness sticking out from her green velvet shorts. even her name — mike hunt, ha ha, he gets it — can't stop his sheepish smile as he watches her performance. koby's invitation makes a hell of a lot more sense, until —
it doesn't. it's time for the talent show and candy graces the stage with a live lobster and a huge knife (is that the one he found for sanji for christmas?) in tow, pink frills and long blonde hair and mismatched eyes framed by long lashes. seeing sanji at all feels like a punch in the gut after a few weeks of trying to ignore him (like he can ignore him. like he wants to ignore him) and go about his boring fucking days in this shitty mansion. watching candy perform, zoro decides that maybe he should just fight koby because if he's — managing the stage, or whatever, surely he had to know who would be performing. and maybe zoro hasn't explicitly said that sanji broke up with him, but. it feels obvious, at least to him.
that's how he ends up backstage, looking for a familiar head of pink hair and instead finding ... pink heels and a long, fur-trimmed robe, barely concealing legs that suddenly seem to go on for miles that zoro can't seem to look away from, another punch to the gut. ) I was looking for Koby, ( which isn't a lie, but it might seem like one with how long he ends up staring, eyes begrudgingly sweeping upwards until he meets sanji's.
he can school his face into something neutral, too, even if he mentally can't decide whether he wants to kiss sanji or kick his ass. ) Not you.
( except he found him, and isn't making any effort to leave, arms folding over his chest. )
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Date: 2025-01-04 11:36 pm (UTC)nami's act is unexpected, his face going hot when he sees the straps of her harness sticking out from her green velvet shorts. even her name — mike hunt, ha ha, he gets it — can't stop his sheepish smile as he watches her performance. koby's invitation makes a hell of a lot more sense, until —
it doesn't. it's time for the talent show and candy graces the stage with a live lobster and a huge knife (is that the one he found for sanji for christmas?) in tow, pink frills and long blonde hair and mismatched eyes framed by long lashes. seeing sanji at all feels like a punch in the gut after a few weeks of trying to ignore him (like he can ignore him. like he wants to ignore him) and go about his boring fucking days in this shitty mansion. watching candy perform, zoro decides that maybe he should just fight koby because if he's — managing the stage, or whatever, surely he had to know who would be performing. and maybe zoro hasn't explicitly said that sanji broke up with him, but. it feels obvious, at least to him.
that's how he ends up backstage, looking for a familiar head of pink hair and instead finding ... pink heels and a long, fur-trimmed robe, barely concealing legs that suddenly seem to go on for miles that zoro can't seem to look away from, another punch to the gut. ) I was looking for Koby, ( which isn't a lie, but it might seem like one with how long he ends up staring, eyes begrudgingly sweeping upwards until he meets sanji's.
he can school his face into something neutral, too, even if he mentally can't decide whether he wants to kiss sanji or kick his ass. ) Not you.
( except he found him, and isn't making any effort to leave, arms folding over his chest. )