yourotherleft | IC Inbox: Cerealia

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.

Mm. I guess there's that. [shrugs as he eats] I was thinking more that he's a top-grade asshole who doesn't seem to like or trust anybody. Guy seriously needs to unclench.

[pot, kettle, black...]

[...Yeah, just eyeing Zoro like: "seriously?"]

Right. Or he's just got a terrible case of shitty one-track-mind. Whatever, though.

[Shovels the rest of his omelet into his mouth.]

When do you wanna go?

I'm going in later today no matter what. [glances up to catch his eye] You got work or anything today to stop you from coming along?

[Shrugs.]

Don't gotta go to the studio if I don't want, I pretty much make my own schedule. So whatever time's good for you.

[shoves the last bite in his mouth and nods]

Whenever you're ready, then. Might as well just get down to it, eh?

[man, that was good. He should have savored it. He didn't. At least Zoro has the good sense to take his plate into the kitchen to leave in the sink before he goes to find where he kicked off his boots last.]

I'm ready.

[A beat.]

...Actually, I gotta get dressed first. But then I'll be ready!

[Drops his plate on top of Zoro's in the sink -- he can wash them later. And getting dressed basically just consists of changing from sleeping sweatpants into workout sweatpants, so he's back in the living room in about five minutes.]

[in the meantime, Zoro has located boots, strapped on his swords, and thrown on a hoodie. It's a bit chilly okay.]

You're going out looking like that?

[HE HAS TO TEASE. He gets so few chances. So with a gesture he leads the way, at least he can't get lost on the way to the elevator anymore. Mostly.]

We gotta go down to the big game center, they set it up in one of the virtual reality thingies.

[Harrumphs and turns his nose up.]

This is fuckin' designer workout gear, shithead, not that you'd ever know the difference.

[...Sanji isn't entirely certain himself, to be honest, but it's what the pretty salesgirl told him so of course he handed over an entire paycheck to her and just went with it.

He follows Zoro out of the apartment.]

I haven't actually been down there yet.

[As such, he has no idea how far away it might be. He'll just have to stay on the lookout for signs or something in case Zoro takes the scenic route.]

[sniffs at the mere idea of designer gear.]

It's probably faster if we take the train.

[definitely time to keep him on a short leash so he doesn't wander off and end up in the wrong district entirely]

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