yourotherleft | IC Inbox: Cerealia

[his defenses are so far gone that he can't stop himself from a little flicker of homesickness across his face]

Luffy drools. But...man. That'd be like old times. Old, old times, I don't think we've had a pileup since we got to the New World.

[and it's been almost a year so by now even that's an old memory. Ahh the New World, full of crazy bullshit...]

[Geez, has it been that long? Sanji puffs out a breath, rustling the hair covering his eye.]

Just trying to think of anything that would get your shitty brain to shut off. Let you rest.

[As he shifts the tiniest bit closer and in doing so angles himself more towards Zoro. It might be some kind of invitation to do...something...but he's not even sure what he's offering really.

He's a pro at this comforting shit, really. USUALLY.]

[an actual year...although they'll be gone before his birthday, alas]

Nice try. [he appreciates it, really] Thinking about home, though, just makes me want to see it again. I know it's out there...

[even after all that's happened to them, he still doesn't believe the world is gone. Zoro just doesn't know how to get there, how to get out of this prison.

He glances at the slight movement and is drawn like a magnet, his leg shifting to bump Sanji's. He wants to do more but isn't sure what, story of the last couple of months since they decided to open the floor to something a little different. Lurking around Sanji, drawing closer and then skittering away like a scared animal. He's trying, really! Maybe a brush of his fingers along the plane of Sanji's shoulder is a start.]

[But arriving just in time for his birthday in the other place! Sort of.]

Less about thinking of home and more me saying I could sub in for 'em or some shit...

[It's sort of a mumble, accompanied with a light flush across his cheeks. But he brings his own arm up, bracing it along the back of the couch and therefore more or less draping it on top of Zoro's as he tries to catch his gaze and raises an eyebrow.]

You wanna? [it comes out only a little surprised, more relieved than anything else] 'Cause I won't lie, I've thought about it...

[he starts out cautiously, though, just leaning his head against the hand on his arm. It's so warm, so comfortable. There's nothing really stopping him from going after what he wants, and now while sleep-deprived, even his own bullshit pride won't stop him for long]

[Blinks, the color in his face deepening, but he manages a smirk nonetheless.]

H'ohhh... You don't say.

[He's sort of surprised, but at the same time not surprised at all because it's not like they didn't get all this out in the open awhile back. They've just been kind of shit at doing anything with it. Sanji, for one, doesn't know how the fuck to actually move forward with anything. He feels like he's been treading carefully with the entire situation, which is dumb because he can freaking tell when Zoro starts sniffing around. But if Zoro doesn't do anything, if he backs off, Sanji just lets him -- which then means he ends up getting pissed off and frustrated with himself.

It's sort of ridiculous. One of these days, he keeps telling himself, he's gonna man up and slam Zoro up against a wall somewhere and have at it.

This might not be slamming anybody anywhere, but at least it's something. Sanji shifts his hand, turning it so that he can brush his fingers through Zoro's hair.]

Ain't nothing stopping you, not like I got anywhere better to be right now.

[he breathes a soft sigh at the touch, closing his good eye. So hair-petting is a good thing, note to self.]

'Course, if you can actually get me to fall asleep, I might not let you get up.

[he wilts even further toward Sanji, turning toward him, and then just sort of flops against him, shoving him bodily down onto the couch in the most ungainly way. The couch may not be the best choice but they're already there, might as well give it a shot. Though, a bed might be more comfortable...

Also, letting Sanji get actually situated would be a hell of a lot more comfortable.]

[Ow. But only because the sudden jostling motion combined with Sanji tipping backwards results in a sharp, painful throb shooting through his head that has him grimacing. He manfully ignores it, though, instead arching his eyebrows at Zoro.]

What, you're a shitty cat now?

[Yeah, having a minute to get situated might've been nice, geez, but he can work with this. Luckily he wasn't wearing a suit jacket, and it's easy to reach up and jerk his tie loose. Some more squirming and shifting (and pushing at the dead weight that is Zoro to momentarily give him some space to move) allows him to kick his shoes off and pull his legs up onto the couch until they're mostly under Zoro, spread just enough that the man is resting between them.

When he's finally done and in about as comfortable a position as he can manage, he just huffs.]

You're fucking heavy.

[He's not, really, it's just a very new feeling having Zoro flopped on top of him like this. Sanji's hand finds Zoro's hair again, absently combing through it while he lets his gaze drift away to focus on nothing in particular.]

...I'm not planning on getting up anytime soon.

[the squirming dislodges him just enough to let Sanji actually stretch out all proper-like, and then Zoro eases back onto him, fitting himself between those long legs and wriggling a little until he can find just the right spot to rest his head - pillowed on Sanji's chest just below his collarbone. He tries to banish the nagging thought that laying down in any position hasn't helped so far and focuses on where he is instead, on the cook's body heat and the realization that he isn't as sharp and bony as expected. Kind of the opposite.

He breathes a long sigh and tries to find places to put his arms so they don't go numb, so sorry about the few extra minutes of not laying still, Sanji]

Maybe a nap will help your headache too.

[maybe? hopefully?]

[He just kind of holds himself unnaturally still while Zoro finds a position that works, and then releases a slow breath when he finally seems to settle down.]

Mm... We'll see.

[Sanji's usually able to sleep for a couple hours at a time, at least, it just gets interrupted by the frequent jackhammering happening in his head.]

Don't worry about me, marimo, focus on yourself.

[grumbles into Sanji's chest like it's going to completely muffle it:] Worry if I wanna worry, shut up.

[but yes, he is finally settled down, and it's a lot more comfy than he expected. They seem to fit well together, and the cook is deliciously warm, so much so that the heat seeps through Zoro's limbs and makes it easy to close his good eye and make like a nap.

He doesn't sleep, though. Even if he can lay there unmoving for hours, he never falls asleep. Boo.]

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