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Clothes

Clothes

By The Chichi Slaughter House

Warnings: ZoroxSanji, yaoi, general spoilers for arc names but nothing serious.

Disclaimer: I still don’t own One Piece.

Rating: G

Written for the onepiece_300 prompt this week.

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It was eerily quiet on the Sunny that evening.

The patch of ocean they’d sailed through since Thriller Bark had been calm but the sky outside went dark and grew cold early. Because of that, no one was out on deck any more; all of them staying inside save for the poor soul stuck up the crow’s nest on watch. Who, on this occasion, happened to be Usopp. She recalled the complaints the sharpshooter had made as he climbed up the mast not much more than an hour ago.

But, of course, the silence could not last long. Not on this ship.

“Goddammit marimo; you are a walking fashion disaster!” Ah, there they went again. This happened every damn time they got a minute to get changed into new clothes, and she wondered why she didn’t just expect it from the get-go. It wasn’t like the two ever surprised her by behaving. “Let someone with taste show you how it’s done.”

“Oi, what’s wrong with the way I dress?” A pause.

“Your Skypiea outfit made you look completely gay! What was with those goggles; we were on some goddamn clouds, moron!”

“’Cause pink is a totally straight colour.” Zoro retorted, his voice rising just in case she couldn’t hear. “And don’t even get me started on those girly-ass trousers you were wearing!”

As the bitching continued, Nami put down her book and rolled her eyes. Another day, another argument. It wasn’t enough that they’d all just risked their lives battling Moria and Kuma; Zoro and Sanji had to have another fight. Or should she just say ‘foreplay’?

Hearing the familiar crash of one of them tackling the other to the floor, she sighed. It was just too much to ask for peace around here. She didn’t know why she bothered.
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