Title: Dinner and a Show
Pairing: Frobin
Rating: K
Warnings: Fluff, implied SanUso
Summary: Lame title is lame, but written for Robin's birthday, 02/06/2012
Note: Sorry it's late- Life tends to get in the way in the form of a puppy.


"Ah, thank you Sanji, but I really insist that I am finished for the night."

The crew, gathered around the dining table with a meal slightly larger than their usual amount, wished Robin a happy birthday once again as she walked out of the kitchen. She looked at them all over her shoulder with a warm smile before closing the door, sighing a bit as she realized she was alone. Her nakama had been following her all day, giving her well wishes and attention and a small amount of presents, so the seclusion was extremely welcomed.

There was something bothering her though, the distinct lack of a certain cyborg at dinner. Franky had been alluding her all day, almost as if he found everything else more important. Robin wasn't jealous of course- she preferred Franky put their nakama and the ship and everyone's well-being before her. But there was a bit of curiosity in his absence, especially since no one else seemed to notice.

Usopp, the only one that has seen Franky all day, only told her that he's been working in the workshop and trying to finish some of their bigger projects. He mentioned Franky asked him to leave him in the workshop for a bit, sure Franky wanted some alone time, and he mumbled something about feeling a little obligated. Only seemed fair since he and Sanji kicked the shipwright out for a few hours a few days prior.

While it would be much more convenient to use her abilities and peer down in the workshop, much like she did after finding Franky sulking on the deck, Robin decided it would be best to find her way down to the workshop. Since the rest of the crew stayed in the kitchen, she was able to go alone, and she found the light under the doorway promising.

She knocked on the door with the back of her hand as she called out Franky's name. When he didn't respond, she turned the knob and peered inside. "Franky? Are you- Oh."

The blue haired shipwright was sitting on a bench with his old guitar across his lap and a fresh flower between his teeth. His signature sunglasses were gone, his shirt replaced with one that looked a little more decent, and he was wearing a nice pair of pants.

Franky was staring at Robin with a glint in his eye, removing the flower and strumming the strings of his guitar. "Aoww! Robin, I've been waiting for you," he said.

The historian smiled a bit and closed the door behind her, walking closer to sit at the offered seat. "You skipped dinner just to surprise me here?" she asked.

"It's a small price to pay for a day like today," Franky grinned, fingers of his smaller hand picking at guitar strings as he offered the flower to her. "Happy birthday."

Robin's lips turned up once again and she accepted the flower before leaning in and kissing Franky's cheek. "Thank you, Franky. Although I would prefer you going to eat dinner with the rest of our nakama next year," she said. "It wasn't quite the same without you there."

Franky grinned back at her as he started to string a tune. "I'll make sure to be there next time," he said. "For now, I've got a super song for you to hear."

The woman nodded, scooting closer to Franky's side as he started playing.