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[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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