[Yeah, Sanji had more or less...well, not forgotten about some of the shit that had happened between them, his brain just hadn't decided to remember it yet.
It certainly remembers it now, repressed images leaping to the forefront of his mind as soon as he turns to look toward his kitchen where that grunt of a non-greeting came from and his eyes land on that stupid green hair. In fact, memories of that whole shitty book episode in particular wash over him in a terrible, mortifying cascade, leaving him frozen to the spot for only a beat or two though it feels like SO much longer.
Wow, he really skipped on out at a really fucking convenient time, didn't he? And Zoro said he's been gone for over a month, right...? So maybe the idiot won't remember any of...that.
Please god say he's forgotten it. Fucking hell.
In any case, that handful of seconds ticks by and Sanji finally actually sees what's happening in front of him. He takes in the scene, the trash bag, the dishes out of place, the—the everything out of place really, even though a lot of it is small and shouldn't matter but that's HIS kitchen, dammit, and what the fuck have those two done to—
Sanji turns slowly to take in the rest, eyes sliding over to living room and the messy sofa and yet more take-out boxes.
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It certainly remembers it now, repressed images leaping to the forefront of his mind as soon as he turns to look toward his kitchen where that grunt of a non-greeting came from and his eyes land on that stupid green hair. In fact, memories of that whole shitty book episode in particular wash over him in a terrible, mortifying cascade, leaving him frozen to the spot for only a beat or two though it feels like SO much longer.
Wow, he really skipped on out at a really fucking convenient time, didn't he? And Zoro said he's been gone for over a month, right...? So maybe the idiot won't remember any of...that.
Please god say he's forgotten it. Fucking hell.
In any case, that handful of seconds ticks by and Sanji finally actually sees what's happening in front of him. He takes in the scene, the trash bag, the dishes out of place, the—the everything out of place really, even though a lot of it is small and shouldn't matter but that's HIS kitchen, dammit, and what the fuck have those two done to—
Sanji turns slowly to take in the rest, eyes sliding over to living room and the messy sofa and yet more take-out boxes.
...Done to his entire apartment?!
He whips back around to glare at Zoro.]
The hell have you two done to this place??!