[sadly, he doesn't know how to mute his phone. Zoro misses the first couple, but he hears the stupid text alert noise round about the third or fourth. Ignores. They keep coming. At some point he just has to lunge and grab his device before it wakes Luffy up, because everybody knows the world ends when the bottomless stomach is awake.
What the fuck is this.
He scrolls through the texts, getting more and more irritated (not about the date crack, geez don't be jealous, cook) and finally texts back before he can get another one]
[He’s still out on the balcony, leaning over the railing as he types and grinning like the dumbass he is. Though he can probably hear Zoro stomping around inside.]
oh was it that many times? you could've muted it, idiot.
[damn right he is, and he's not going to answer that text because the only thing he could even say to that is to admit he doesn't know how to, and like hell if he's giving Sanji that satisfaction.
A quick look around - nope, not the kitchen. Is he really outside? Balcony. Yep. There's an ass facing toward him. The sliding of the door is the only warning Sanji gets.]
Sanji pauses, sort of sizing Zoro up for a moment. Because the two of them training together is actually important information and he's suddenly wondering just how much stronger the shitty marimo might've managed to get in the last few weeks. With Vegeta as a sparring partner...
Tch.
He chews absently on his cigarette, totally not feeling annoyed or jealous or anything else stupid for absolutely no reason at all.]
Mah, well... They might be back.
[Maybe. Who knows. He stubs out his smoke in a nearby ashtray and then shoves off the railing.]
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