[ welp. just to be a dick, zoro takes his leisurely time swinging his feet off his hammock and dragging them towards the door to open. he's alone in the quarters, the others off doing whatever it is they do when they aren't all fighting for their lives in some way, so there's no one there to witness two of the most stubborn people on the crew butt heads. maybe he makes it a point to exaggerate how much he has to look down to meet her eyes.
bandages are visible beneath the collar of his shirt, courtesy of the cook who definitely chastised a non-listening zoro for letting a stray hit open up his wounds. ]
After you.
[ rude af tbh. there'd be no jury in the world to convict her if nami decided to kick a shin or two right now. ]
[he keeps her waiting which is typical of him. injured, uninjured, no matter how good or bad a day Zoro's been having he always seems to have the energy to be stubborn prick. as soon as he opens the door, Nami crosses her arms, looking up at him without batting an eye at how he postures himself to show off his height.
so what if she's shorter than him? it gives her a good view of his chest, keen eyes spotting exactly what she was looking for.
yup. those look like fresh bandages.]
Giving me and my short legs a head start, are you? [the last thing she wants to do is actually hurt him (which, honestly, even if she tried she probably couldn't), but she's also in the mood to be a dick to him in return. so, playfully, she gives him a "good natured" pat on the chest with the back of her hand, right where she has an idea of where his reopened wounds are.] Such a gentleman.
[ he catches the way her eyes snag on the bandages poorly hidden beneath his shirt, and he hates how much he has to struggle not to defiantly puff out his chest in answer. not responding is the higher road, though it matters very little when even that light slap on his chest has him wincing and huffing out a short breath not too long after.
his jaw clenches, his hand itches to close that door back on her face. ]
That's me, [ he grits out. the smile he flashes her is saccharine-sweet. ] Mr. Manners.
[ now it's his turn to put a hand on her — settling heavy on her shoulder to nudge her back away from the doorway and begin turning her around. the sooner they get this over with, the sooner he can get back to healingresting napping. ]
[Nami doesn't even try hiding just how satisfied she is catching Zoro in that awful lie of his. he and Usopp should have a little talk...
and even as "Mr. Manners" begins to manhandle her around and out the door, his hand as heavy as stone on her back, that pleased smile never once leaves her face. she is powerless to keep him from moving her, even with his newly opened injury, but Nami's stubborn streak can be almost as strong as an iron body, so she drags her feet to make him put forth a bit more effort than if she simply played along.]
Mr. Manners sure has a way of escorting a lady. [she moves to stand by his side, looping her arm around his, patting his bicep mockingly.] I forgot to mention...I also needed you to carry this big treasure chest I've been meaning to bring into town. I need someone big and strong and fit to carry it so I can get everything inside appraised.
[ he makes no protest to their looped arms, for its a vast improvement over pushing her dragging feet around anyway. there's slightly more ease in his walk as she takes a place at his side, opposite where his swords rest, but it's short-lived as she continues to prove to be a giant pain in his ass.
honestly at this point it isn't even about his pride anymore. now he just wants to prove her wrong so she'd shut up (affectionate?). ]
Since when the hell did you have a big treasure chest?
[boy does Nami know he's just taking the bait because he's just as stubborn as she can be, with the added bonus of a swordsman's ego.
but she's lying about the treasure chest.
well, half-lying. she has a box of shiny trinkets she slipped in her pockets and bags before leaving Coco Village, along with a few other things picked up along the way.]
Since I rejoined the crew. It's not like I'm keeping it out for everyone to see and rifle through!
[letting go of his arm, she takes long strides to put some distance between them and to lead the way to her quarters.]
Why, is it too much for you to handle? [she glances at him over her shoulder, raising one eyebrow as if to challenge him to admit he's aching.]
[ one of these days nami's going to stop being able to read him so well and then we'll see who's laughing! that day is not today, though, his feet dragging a little slower now that he doesn't have to match her pace. when she looks back at him, he delivers what can only be considered as the unholy lovechild of a snarl and a grimace. ]
Won't know till I try it, right?
[ yeah, he's stalling. yeah, he's stupid. but there's still a couple of feet left until they reach her quarters, so coming up with a solution beforehand isn't entirely out of the realm of possibilities. that, or he tears his wounds open again. no big deal. ]
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bandages are visible beneath the collar of his shirt, courtesy of the cook who definitely chastised a non-listening zoro for letting a stray hit open up his wounds. ]
After you.
[ rude af tbh. there'd be no jury in the world to convict her if nami decided to kick a shin or two right now. ]
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so what if she's shorter than him? it gives her a good view of his chest, keen eyes spotting exactly what she was looking for.
yup. those look like fresh bandages.]
Giving me and my short legs a head start, are you? [the last thing she wants to do is actually hurt him (which, honestly, even if she tried she probably couldn't), but she's also in the mood to be a dick to him in return. so, playfully, she gives him a "good natured" pat on the chest with the back of her hand, right where she has an idea of where his reopened wounds are.] Such a gentleman.
now how the hell did i lose this notif...
his jaw clenches, his hand itches to close that door back on her face. ]
That's me, [ he grits out. the smile he flashes her is saccharine-sweet. ] Mr. Manners.
[ now it's his turn to put a hand on her — settling heavy on her shoulder to nudge her back away from the doorway and begin turning her around. the sooner they get this over with, the sooner he can get back to
healingrestingnapping. ]you were channeling your inner zoro
and even as "Mr. Manners" begins to manhandle her around and out the door, his hand as heavy as stone on her back, that pleased smile never once leaves her face. she is powerless to keep him from moving her, even with his newly opened injury, but Nami's stubborn streak can be almost as strong as an iron body, so she drags her feet to make him put forth a bit more effort than if she simply played along.]
Mr. Manners sure has a way of escorting a lady. [she moves to stand by his side, looping her arm around his, patting his bicep mockingly.] I forgot to mention...I also needed you to carry this big treasure chest I've been meaning to bring into town. I need someone big and strong and fit to carry it so I can get everything inside appraised.
lfmaskldja ah...
honestly at this point it isn't even about his pride anymore. now he just wants to prove her wrong so she'd shut up (affectionate?). ]
Since when the hell did you have a big treasure chest?
[ ????? how good of a thief is she? ]
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but she's lying about the treasure chest.
well, half-lying. she has a box of shiny trinkets she slipped in her pockets and bags before leaving Coco Village, along with a few other things picked up along the way.]
Since I rejoined the crew. It's not like I'm keeping it out for everyone to see and rifle through!
[letting go of his arm, she takes long strides to put some distance between them and to lead the way to her quarters.]
Why, is it too much for you to handle? [she glances at him over her shoulder, raising one eyebrow as if to challenge him to admit he's aching.]
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Won't know till I try it, right?
[ yeah, he's stalling. yeah, he's stupid. but there's still a couple of feet left until they reach her quarters, so coming up with a solution beforehand isn't entirely out of the realm of possibilities. that, or he tears his wounds open again. no big deal. ]