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Title: Champagne, shaved ice and everything nice
Rating: T
Media: fic
Characters: Strawhats
Word Count: 298
Prompt: Flamboyance
A/N: In my mind the three of them heckled Sanji into mixing together spiced rum, grapefruit juice and shaved ice then floating champagne and grenadine on top.
“Really?!” Luffy stopped suddenly with his left foot planted on the 7 as his body contorted to avoid all manner of projectile. “His hair changed?”
Chopper grunted out a ‘yeah’ as he lobbed a rubber ball at Luffy’s head and dove behind the foremast to regroup and find more ammunition. Usopp hurled a softball at Luffy’s left ankle, taking advantage of his distraction, and followed that with three rapid Kabuto shots.
A cloud of stars was beginning to pulse to golden life around Luffy’s head as he dodged the attacks and ducked under a fish.
“He had a hoe and accent too!” Chopper exclaimed. “But zipper-mouth was kicking his ass so I couldn’t try anything else.”
With the lure of nakama-pranks on the horizon, their game of Dodge Ball-Boshi-Flying-Fish Hopscotch was easily forgotten; the arrowhead-nose fish (their trajectory over the deck was lethal) remained in the sea without the doctor to egg them on.
Luffy barreled the three of them into the kitchen.
“SANJIIIIIII, make me a drink!”
“A colorful one!”
“It needs to be brazen and bold like me.”
“With meat!!”
“NO MEAT!” Usopp clouted Luffy, “but I’ll allow that fussy alcohol you like.”
After invoking Captain’s Orders the trio crept around the Sunny, precious drink in hand and sabotage in their hearts.
~*~
The hatch on the lawn deck banged open to a sonorous “FAB~U~LOUS” and Franky strutted over to the dinner picnic. All eyes were on him.
“I didn’t think that shirt survived Skypiea Cook-san.”
“How…” Sanji choked, “stretched…” a whimper, “my shirt!”
“Yohohoho, red leopard-print ‘pants’…they’re so bright my eyes are blinded. Oh! But I don’t have ey-“
Nami cuffed Brook again for good measure as she attempted to un-see what was right in front of her on hairy legs “Robin…are those your stockings?”
Rating: T
Media: fic
Characters: Strawhats
Word Count: 298
Prompt: Flamboyance
A/N: In my mind the three of them heckled Sanji into mixing together spiced rum, grapefruit juice and shaved ice then floating champagne and grenadine on top.
“Really?!” Luffy stopped suddenly with his left foot planted on the 7 as his body contorted to avoid all manner of projectile. “His hair changed?”
Chopper grunted out a ‘yeah’ as he lobbed a rubber ball at Luffy’s head and dove behind the foremast to regroup and find more ammunition. Usopp hurled a softball at Luffy’s left ankle, taking advantage of his distraction, and followed that with three rapid Kabuto shots.
A cloud of stars was beginning to pulse to golden life around Luffy’s head as he dodged the attacks and ducked under a fish.
“He had a hoe and accent too!” Chopper exclaimed. “But zipper-mouth was kicking his ass so I couldn’t try anything else.”
With the lure of nakama-pranks on the horizon, their game of Dodge Ball-Boshi-Flying-Fish Hopscotch was easily forgotten; the arrowhead-nose fish (their trajectory over the deck was lethal) remained in the sea without the doctor to egg them on.
Luffy barreled the three of them into the kitchen.
“SANJIIIIIII, make me a drink!”
“A colorful one!”
“It needs to be brazen and bold like me.”
“With meat!!”
“NO MEAT!” Usopp clouted Luffy, “but I’ll allow that fussy alcohol you like.”
After invoking Captain’s Orders the trio crept around the Sunny, precious drink in hand and sabotage in their hearts.
~*~
The hatch on the lawn deck banged open to a sonorous “FAB~U~LOUS” and Franky strutted over to the dinner picnic. All eyes were on him.
“I didn’t think that shirt survived Skypiea Cook-san.”
“How…” Sanji choked, “stretched…” a whimper, “my shirt!”
“Yohohoho, red leopard-print ‘pants’…they’re so bright my eyes are blinded. Oh! But I don’t have ey-“
Nami cuffed Brook again for good measure as she attempted to un-see what was right in front of her on hairy legs “Robin…are those your stockings?”