yourotherleft | IC Inbox: Cerealia

[And then like two seconds later:]

what are you doing now?

[You know, aside from trying to go back to sleep maybe.]

[yep they just keep coming. He'll have to get up soon, either way - can't fall back asleep and the texts make that noise]

laying in bed, what do you think? it's your fault I'm not asleep.

excuse you it ain’t my fault. the hell did I do?

[So innocent.]

like hell it ain't your fault you made this damn thing beep like ten times in a row!

[fuck it now he's annoyed, time to get up and barge out into the living room to find the asshole]

[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.]

You think you're hilarious, don't you? Jackass.

[Just snickers quietly, before he wipes the grin away and slaps a faintly surprised expression on his face as he glances over his shoulder.]

Oh, you’re up? Mornin’.

Shut up. [He rubs his face to wake up, though really it's not too early.] Can't let a guy sleep in instead of train, can you?

[Just shrugs, grinning a little again.]

I was being thoughtful, asshole. Didn’t want you being late to -- wherever. You should thank me.

[Hmph!

He turns around, leaning back against the railing instead so he can face Zoro and taking a drag of his smoke as he eyes him curiously.]

Who the hell’s got you training so early anyway?

Vegeta.

[plain as day. But then he drops his gaze slightly]

Up until a couple days ago. He's gone - disappeared. Him and his wife.

[His eyes widen a little.]

Bulma-chan's gone?

[And that other guy.

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.]

Want breakfast?

[don't be jealous, cook, it hasn't been that fruitful. Yet. Stupid jungle/volcano trip getting in the way.

Zoro shrugs and turns to slide the door behind him open again]

Might as well, as long as I'm up.

They might. Usopp came back, after all. It's happened to people before. But even if they don't, I can still get into the special training room.

[which...he hasn't mentioned to literally anybody whoops]

[STILL. >\

Though that comment gets a skeptical look, raised eyebrow and all. Plus dubious tone.]

The special training room?

[Wow. How cute. Sanji doesn't want into your special secret training club anyway.

He heads straight for the fridge, punching in the code and yanking it open to peer inside and see what their options are.]

Mm.

[drifts in after him, though he veers to go and sit at the kitchen island like it's the bar in Sunny's kitchen.]

His wife built it, or programmed it or whatever. I don't know the specifics, but it has a higher gravity than normal inside. It makes my swords weigh about fifty tons each, it's much better than training at the gym.

[Manages to shift from annoyed-for-no-reason to curious, because that actually sounds kind of cool. He glances back at Zoro, a carton of eggs in hand.]

...That kinda thing exists? I knew Bulma-chan was smart, but shit. Omelets okay?

Yeah, sounds good.

He told me that's how he trained back home - something about his real planet or whatever, its gravity is higher. I figured there was no other way to step up my training, regular weights weren't cutting it and we'd never catch up to Vegeta or even Luffy without it.

[Snorts a little as he starts gathering up cheese and vegetables and whatnot before grabbing a bowl and moving to the counter.]

Not likely to catch up to Vegeta no matter what you do...

[He sincerely doubts it, anyway. But it doesn't hurt to try!]

You've been going there every day? At ass o'clock in the morning? The hell, marimo, you could've mentioned it before now.

[yeah, he knows, but it's not stopping him from trying]

Why should I? You don't care what I do to train.

[that, and he doesn't want to expose himself to embarrassment if it doesn't work out. Plus, he was the only one invited by Vegeta, it was still kind of private.]

But he's gone now, so I don't have to go in when he's there.

Well.

[Okay, no, maybe not usually. But that's because most of the time his training is boring! Who wants to watch him lift weights at the gym or out on Sunny's deck over and over and over and over...

...Anyway. Point is, a gravity machine is different and actually interesting. Just as a conversation topic. Then again, talking. Something they're still not always very good at that.

Sanji huffs.]

No, you're right. I don't care. Forget that I accidentally showed any shitty interest.

[Not gonna offer a response to the last thing, just focuses on omelet making instead.]

[Nope, too late. Zoro watches him warily, arms folded on the counter to prop himself up. They're not good at a lot of things, but Zoro likes to think he knows Sanji enough to know that dropping it is not an option.]

Wanna see it?

[Looks up sharply before returning his attention to the pan in his hand, then gives a one-shouldered shrug.]

Sure.

[Slides the omelet onto a plate and walks over to hand it to Zoro.]

Guess I got some free time.

[grunts his thanks as he usually does and starts in on it]

If we break it, there's no way he'd let us use it again if he comes back.

[fair warning. But Zoro does somehow trust Sanji more than he does Luffy or Usopp not to break Vegeta's toy.]

[Looks totally unconcerned as he quickly whips up a plate for himself.]

Yeah, yeah. What's the likelihood that we actually fuck it up? Sounds like it's pretty sturdy to me, especially if that guy uses it.

[Leans up against the other end of the breakfast bar with his breakfast, glancing at Zoro with an arched eyebrow..]

Just sayin'. In case Luffy finds out and asks why we won't let him in or something.

[for someone indifferent to breakfast and scarce on compliments for Sanji's cooking, Zoro sure is plowing his way through that omelet like a starving man]

It's a miracle he even let me see it, let alone train with it.

[Actually has MANNERS so he's eating at a slower pace, as he do. Though said manners aren't enough to stop him from rolling his eyes.]

He's probably as starved for shitty training partners as you are. Hell, maybe he's even worse off. Not surprised he invited you to his super secret training room thing.

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