[It is indeed a nice day in hell. Which elevates a certain pirate's irritation because he doesn't feel normal enough to enjoy the weather
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[Zoro is sitting cross-legged, balanced on the rail of the bridge to town. He's also steadily pumping iron and looking out over the river, so when Sanji stubbornly comes by he initially just glances over, registering 'I see you, but I'm busy so unless you've got something to say I'm going to just ignore you'-at least until he actually sees Sanji.
When he does his reps halt for a moment, and then he turns to squint more interrogatively at the weirdly ragged-looking cook. He's not too familiar with sickness, either, and he's definitely never seen it on Sanji, but it doesn't take more than a quick scan to confirm that yes, it looks like a stiff breeze could knock the guy down. What the hell. :|a
[Certainly not Zoro. Nevermind that everything you're doing is pinging Trouble. And not even the normal brand of swirly-browed Trouble, more's the pity.
This is a Very Pointed Look, to go with his Very Pointy Sword, which is gesturing. Also pointedly.]
And like hell you could sneak past anyone on those wobbly-ass legs. You don't have another hour.
Hoooohh. [So impressive, Sanji.] Fine. If you can, you can have that hour.
[Condescending, what? I call it speaking the language. >.> And don't worry, it gets better...because after that challenge, Zoro sheathes his sword. And crosses his arms. And leans back against the rail. And raises an eyebrow.]
[That kick is so dodge-in-his-sleep awful it would almost stir Zoro to pity. That is, if he were ever inclined to pity-which he isn't-and if he weren't still mentally gloating over 'Wobble-kun'. Heh. ...Definitely gonna have to keep that one, with a response like that.
In any case, it's such a terrible kick that Zoro does something he wouldn't try in a million years if Sanji were any healthier.
Leaning back so it crawls past his nose and then reaching up to catch it barehanded, kthx. 8|]
[Sanji stares, wide-eyed, that's how caught off-guard he is. His leg is... being... @__@
He actually can't full process what just happened. They've teared a hole in space; it's the only explanation.
And what's ironic is only now does his center of balance start slipping, as realization grows and he forcefully tries yanking his leg back] Oi! Asshole! What the hell was that?! [Because this is Zoro's fault, mind you]
[Sorry, cook, your legs are only a match for Zoro's arms when they're not unsteady from. Y'know. Fever.]
That was you being a sick dumbass, dumbass.
[There, he said the 's' word.
But, dilemma. Because at this point it looks like letting go --> Sanji unbalancing and falling over, and hanging on --> Sanji unbalancing and falling over, possibly having to be held upside-down by his captured leg to avoid him bashing his feverish head on the ground from the angle. 8|a Damn, should've thought this through.
...Oh well, a little fall on his ass wouldn't to kill him. Hopefully. >_>a Zoro lets go.]
[But he is cycling his arms briefly, and for the first time in years actually losing his balance to gravity. The minimal pain shooting up his back is nothing compared to how that pride of his must be feeling, though.
And then, even that falls to irrelevancy when the fever and chills catch up. When he flops back against the ground, he's got only one thing to say to you, shithead:]
[That's grounds for plenty of ribbing once you get better, cook, and don't think he's giving up 'Wobble-kun'-but he's not in the mood right now. Instead he just blows out a breath and drops into a crouch, then sticks a hand into your field of vision.]
Sanji mimicking Zoro's sigh is the closest thing to acknowledging defeat, and he pulls himself to a sitting position once his head's cleared. No point in dragging this out longer than he needs to, is there? He scratches the back of his neck]
Yeah yeah. Don't think I'm forgetting this, shithead. [Now that the proper threats have been administered, a cigarette. For all he knows it'll give his flu virus cancer, and then they can be done with this mess in a few days.
But then the second order of business. He gives the hand still waiting patiently before him a small, quiet glance, then grabs it to start hauling himself up]
[Zoro gets a firm grasp and then just stands, pulling Sanji the rest of the distance to his feet in one motion. Instead of letting go once he's there, however, he shifts his grip up the cook's arm, anchoring against the damn unsteadiness that he can now feel is there. Then he lifts a sardonic brow.]
Ask me in a week. [When he doesn't feel so damn dizzy and hot in his own skin. The palm of his free hand digs into his eye, like it might wipe some of his exhaustion away, and the most he does in response to Zoro gripping his arm is pull halfheartedly... less than heartedly. More like eighth-heartedly.
Eventually, he glances at Zoro in a way that signifies they can get going. He's more or less steady (for now), so lead the way, jailer]
When he does his reps halt for a moment, and then he turns to squint more interrogatively at the weirdly ragged-looking cook. He's not too familiar with sickness, either, and he's definitely never seen it on Sanji, but it doesn't take more than a quick scan to confirm that yes, it looks like a stiff breeze could knock the guy down. What the hell. :|a
No preamble whatsoever.]
Oi. What's wrong with you?
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[Certainly not Zoro. Nevermind that everything you're doing is pinging Trouble. And not even the normal brand of swirly-browed Trouble, more's the pity.
This is a Very Pointed Look, to go with his Very Pointy Sword, which is gesturing. Also pointedly.]
And like hell you could sneak past anyone on those wobbly-ass legs. You don't have another hour.
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[You know those times when Sanji's general age drops like a stone in the water? This is not one of those times. Obviously.]
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[Condescending, what? I call it speaking the language. >.> And don't worry, it gets better...because after that challenge, Zoro sheathes his sword. And crosses his arms. And leans back against the rail. And raises an eyebrow.]
Come on, Wobble-kun.
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Oh you did not just-- Wobble-kun?!
Sickness is one thing. Pride is another. And common sense tends to bow before the might of the latter.
Consider the battle started. Because Sanji will try to kick that head off your shoulders, son. 8|]
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In any case, it's such a terrible kick that Zoro does something he wouldn't try in a million years if Sanji were any healthier.
Leaning back so it crawls past his nose and then reaching up to catch it barehanded, kthx. 8|]
Don't fall over.
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He actually can't full process what just happened. They've teared a hole in space; it's the only explanation.
And what's ironic is only now does his center of balance start slipping, as realization grows and he forcefully tries yanking his leg back] Oi! Asshole! What the hell was that?! [Because this is Zoro's fault, mind you]
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That was you being a sick dumbass, dumbass.
[There, he said the 's' word.
But, dilemma. Because at this point it looks like letting go --> Sanji unbalancing and falling over, and hanging on --> Sanji unbalancing and falling over, possibly having to be held upside-down by his captured leg to avoid him bashing his feverish head on the ground from the angle. 8|a Damn, should've thought this through.
...Oh well, a little fall on his ass wouldn't to kill him. Hopefully. >_>a Zoro lets go.]
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And then, even that falls to irrelevancy when the fever and chills catch up. When he flops back against the ground, he's got only one thing to say to you, shithead:]
... This doesn't count.
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Come on, moron.
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Sanji mimicking Zoro's sigh is the closest thing to acknowledging defeat, and he pulls himself to a sitting position once his head's cleared. No point in dragging this out longer than he needs to, is there? He scratches the back of his neck]
Yeah yeah. Don't think I'm forgetting this, shithead. [Now that the proper threats have been administered, a cigarette. For all he knows it'll give his flu virus cancer, and then they can be done with this mess in a few days.
But then the second order of business. He gives the hand still waiting patiently before him a small, quiet glance, then grabs it to start hauling himself up]
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You sure you're gonna want to remember it?
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Eventually, he glances at Zoro in a way that signifies they can get going. He's more or less steady (for now), so lead the way, jailer]
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