A/N: Only God himself can judge me. :U
"NO! No, God, no, I was too late," Boshi cried, watching Bandana flutter helplessly through the suds against the washing machine window, Luffy apparently not giving a shit and walking past the laundry room.
Hats don't have hands, so he reached dramatically with his metaphorical soul.
2 Hours later…
Bandana hung limply by two clothes pins, water dripping from her corners and the wind not as gentle on something so billowy.
Every time…it's so hard, Boshi…
"Luffy, take Zoro his smelly bandana. I swear, I wash that thing more than any other clothes item on this ship…including his underwear…"
The red-haired mistress of torture brought Bandana down from the clothes line, and dropped her into-
"You're safe now," Boshi sobbed, Bandana's body floating into his bowl as Luffy held him out to receive her. "I'm so sorry…I didn't make it in time…"
"How much more can I take," she wracked pitifully, soaking up the sweet scent of straw. "Never leave me again, Boshi…"
"Here ya go, Zoro," Luffy said simply, tossing Bandana over and continuing on his merry way.
Boshi was once again beside himself, water from Bandana's ordeals dripping over his brim to form a small drop of emotion.