[Don't think that Sanji can't feel your gaze on him, marimo. Not that he minds, of course, but it does make him feel a bit warm. He glances up at Zoro through the hair falling over his face, but by the time he does Zoro has already looked away.
This dance again.
Shit, it's probably been...what, at least a month, almost two, since they sort of agreed to -- whatever vague sort of non-arrangement this is that they have going. Their whole "see what happens" deal, which thus far has been more not happening than anything else. Zoro flopped on top of him on the couch in the middle of his bout of incurable insomnia aside... And a few other moments here and there.
Thing is, Sanji knows he needs to fucking man up and find it in himself to take some steps forward in this thing. Stop waiting for Zoro to do it for him. He has no doubt that he probably sends off all kinds of awkward, uncertain vibes whenever the other man comes sniffing around, but this is just...so not what he ever expected he'd be getting himself into.
Doesn't mean he's not into it, shockingly, he just doesn't know how to do...any of it. But fuck if the constant sense of anticipation boiling under his skin isn't driving him mad.
It's too bad that his usual move of flailing his way into someone's personal space whilst spewing hearts in every direction probably isn't going to win him any favors with this one.
...
Annnd now he's cringing -- before promptly getting distracted by that moan, once again going warm all over as his eyes snap back up to stare at Zoro.]
Eh? [Oh, the meat buns, right. Sanji nods quickly.] That -- yeah. Can do. Don't think it'd be hard.
[He brings his plate closer to his face, peering at his own.]
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This dance again.
Shit, it's probably been...what, at least a month, almost two, since they sort of agreed to -- whatever vague sort of non-arrangement this is that they have going. Their whole "see what happens" deal, which thus far has been more not happening than anything else. Zoro flopped on top of him on the couch in the middle of his bout of incurable insomnia aside... And a few other moments here and there.
Thing is, Sanji knows he needs to fucking man up and find it in himself to take some steps forward in this thing. Stop waiting for Zoro to do it for him. He has no doubt that he probably sends off all kinds of awkward, uncertain vibes whenever the other man comes sniffing around, but this is just...so not what he ever expected he'd be getting himself into.
Doesn't mean he's not into it, shockingly, he just doesn't know how to do...any of it. But fuck if the constant sense of anticipation boiling under his skin isn't driving him mad.
It's too bad that his usual move of flailing his way into someone's personal space whilst spewing hearts in every direction probably isn't going to win him any favors with this one.
...
Annnd now he's cringing -- before promptly getting distracted by that moan, once again going warm all over as his eyes snap back up to stare at Zoro.]
Eh? [Oh, the meat buns, right. Sanji nods quickly.] That -- yeah. Can do. Don't think it'd be hard.
[He brings his plate closer to his face, peering at his own.]
They don't seem too complicated.