"You're not honestly going to wear that hat, are you?" Sanji asks, after a moment of silence dedicated to the awed conclusion that, yes, yes he was. It was still early in the afternoon and everyone was going to be chilling on the law deck. It was one of those truly peaceful days at sea and a good time if any to take a break from being pirates. And everyone was dressing casually it seemed. It wasn't really planned—not that such things ever were—but it looked like the entire Mugiwara crew was in on it anyway. Sanji was even forsaking his suit today, going for something less constricting. After he'd pulled the fleece sweater over his head, he turned around—half-hoping to catch of glimpse of Usopp before he's finished changing—and was kind of left speechless as that shitty long-nose put that bulbous thing on his head.
"Wha-what's wrong with it?" Usopp asks indignantly.
'He needs to ask?' "It looks like a zombified squid," Sanji says bluntly.
"Yeah," Usopp affirms. "Isn't it cool looking?" he says wearing that bright smile that always makes Sanji's heart flutter.
Everyone else has already vacated the men's quarters, unintentionally leaving the two of them alone. Sanji could still remember the look on Luffy's face as Franky confiscated that bizarre banana gun hat from him, saying something about how it was too weird looking for him...only to later put it on his own head instead—perverse fashion statement.Sanji sometimes wondered where these strange clothes came from that only magically seem to appear in their lockers. It was like none of the men on this ship have any sense of style.
Sanji sighs and shakes his head, reaching into his pocket for another cigarette.
"What? Isn't it?" Usopp asks again.
Sanji can't keep himself from smirking, striking a match as he does and lighting the cig he already placed between his lips. "Yeah, I guess it is your style," he says moving towards the exit leading out to the open lawn deck.
"Wait," Usopp yelps, and as Sanji turns back around to face him, Usopp throws a white and purple candy-cane striped tie around his neck and starts tying it. Sanji stares down at the sniper, puzzled and doesn't know what to say for a moment. He decides to simply wait until Usopp's finished whatever he's up to. In the meantime, Usopp's face is scrunched up in concentration as he works at the silk fabric, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth.
'Mellorine! Uso-swan is so adorable when he's focused,' Sanji sings in his own head. It was expressions like this that made the ship's sniper so loveable that Sanji wanted to hold him down and kiss him.
"There," Usopp finally says, stepping back and patting the tie where it's hung against Sanji's chest. "Now that's more your style."
Sanji looks down at the interesting tie and then up at Usopp wearing a rather mischievous smile that makes a pleasant shiver run down the marksman's back. "Wha-!" he starts before Sanji's lips find his and cut off any further comment. The two of them stand there kissing, until Usopp finally breaks them apart, throwing his head back so he can breathe. Sanji laughs, the sound making Usopp's already lightheaded feeling lighter. He looks up at the cook, a dazed look in his eyes. "What was that for?"
"That," Sanji says, leaning forward only the tiniest bit necessary so that they're noses could touch, "is my style."