Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, but I do acknowledge using Eiichiro Oda's characters without his permission.

Warning: AU, OOC, profanity, slash, TWT (if it ever existed), modern-fantasy setting.

: Special :

Zoro drummed his fingers idly up Yubashiri's scabbard, taking in the university's sprawl. It was nearly noon the next day, and he found himself accosted as he was finishing up his lunch. At his right, Nami waited for him to answer her, her painted lips pursed in a frown. Her lunch of tangerines and assorted fruits waited for her attention. Her red hair was tied back in neat rows, puffed and fashionable. Diamonds winked at her earlobes and her exposed neck dripped with thin platinum chains. Her cleavage was exposed with some lacy undergarment that was layered over another, her mini-skirt held closed by her own palms as she straddled the bench she sat upon. Her heels were wooden and well worn, her legs dusted with glitter. While Zoro could see why Sanji was so enamored of her, knowing her personality was something he didn't exactly pride himself on.

It was to his unfortunate luck that Nami managed to find him when he tried to hide away from the rest of the campus, talking to him as if they were close and hanging on him with every opportunity. The woman had made it a point to get to know him at the beginning of his second year, and she'd pried reluctant answers from him with blackmail and threats. He found her annoying and she found him useful. It was something that he didn't tell Sanji, because he knew Sanji would take it entirely wrong.

"Are you going to answer me or not?" she asked impatiently, fluttering her dark eyelashes. She reached out to wipe at rice on his chin, and swatted him when he jerked his face from her touch."You can't ignore me, Roronoa. I'm not a person you should be ignoring. I've got dirt on you."

"Eh. What was the question again?"

"I asked you how long Sanji waited for me last night. He's such a dork. I hope you know I'm doing this for his own good," Nami added, reaching up to check one of her ponytail rows. "I'm trying to teach him not to be so fucking desperate. What did he do last night?"

"Dunno. We drank."

"That's all?"

"Yup. That's...pretty much it."

"You guys do that every night. Was he sad? Mad?"

"Dunno," Zoro muttered, picking at his nose. Nami swatted the back of his head, jamming his finger deeper into his nose and making him curse.

"Stop that! You can act beastly all you want when I'm not around, but—! Never mind. A meat head like you would never stop and consider such things," Nami said with a sigh. "Look, it's nothing against him or anything, it's just—! He's got this reputation around here, and I feel so bad for him. I'm hoping to teach him that he should just be himself; that the right girl will come along when he's not trying so hard."

"You're taking on a challenge that's way too strong for some weakling like yourself. Chick."

"Zoro, can't you talk some sense into him?" Nami then asked, peeling at a tangerine. "Haven't you guys been friends for like, ever?"

"That man listens to no one."

"Well, can't you just—! EW! Did you just eat your booger?!"

"NO! Woman, you're really annoying me right now—!"

"I'm just saying. As his best friend or whatever, can't you make him see what sort of fool he's making himself out to be? And that everything I do is out of the kindness of my heart? I'm only leading him around just to teach him a lesson that can only come from friends wanting to look out for each other," Nami insisted, stuffing a slice into her mouth. With a wince, she rode out the bitterness of the fruit and set the rest atop of her tray. Chewing, she wiped at her lips with a napkin. "It's not because I'm actually evil."

"Ch."

"I'm not a bad person, Zoro."

"Yeah, yeah."

She grinned at him, leaning close to wrap an arm around his shoulders, making him jump and pull away quickly. "Oh, c'mon. You're not gay, are you? All I wanted was a hug."

"Keep your hands to yourself, thief." Zoro rose from the bench, swords falling into place. He checked his pockets for his wallet. Nami winced, lifting a hand to cover her eyes.

"Zoro, why are you wearing pink? That's sooooo not your color. Is that Ussop's shirt?"

"Meh. My clothes were dirty."

"DO YOUR LAUNDRY! I swear, men are so—! I don't even want to imagine what your house looks like...all you men in a small place...letting laundry pile up...gross," Nami muttered, stuffing another slice into her mouth. She then kicked out, catching him in the back of the thigh. "And don't ever wear pink with orange! You wore those shorts yesterday!"

"Stop abusing me! I'll wear whatever I want with what I want!"

"At least Sanji and Luffy have some sense in color matching. Ussop wears those stupid rags over his head...the girls are so jealous of his hair. It's so curly and...Anyway, tell Sanji that I'd dropped him to meet up with Fullbody last night. Tell him I came to school wearing the same things I was wearing yesterday. I swear to God, if he comes over to me whining about how he made the mistake of—of making the entire thing his fault, I will come and kick YOU, Zoro."

"Ch. Whatever. Don't follow me," Zoro muttered, walking off.

Nami squinted after him, wondering if that was a tube sock dangling from the back pocket of his shorts, then shrugged.

-

"Eat this."

Zoro lifted an eyebrow as Sanji stuffed a cream filled pastry into his mouth, then chewed. Without much of a facial reaction, he spit out the contents, making Sanji's face redden. "Ugh. What is that?"

He wasn't quick enough to duck the roundhouse that sent him sprawling over the tables, sending plates and trays flying. Ussop cried aloud, ducking while Luffy took advantage of the situation and began to eat everyone's food while they were distracted. Since Zoro had a class later in the afternoon, he usually chose to hang around until the others could gather together so he could sit with them. Sanji had arrived just moments earlier, while Zoro had been arguing with Ussop and Luffy over some subject that he couldn't even remember.

"Asshole! What the fuck—?! Why'd you do that?! You're not supposed to waste food!" Sanji growled, rounding the table to kick Zoro again.

"Knock if off, asshole! You said 'eat this', and didn't even give me a chance to ask what it was!"

"It's tangerines! It's a tangerine pop-over, you fucking wasteful asshole!"

"...tangerines..." Zoro muttered, wiping at his tongue and remembering that it was Nami's favorite fruit. Just knowing it made his taste buds die a little. He slowly rose from the ground, brushing himself off.

"Um...is that my shirt?" Ussop dared to ask, furrowing his brow. "What the hell, Zoro? You're going to stretch out the collar! Gah. You might as well as have it."

"Sweet. I look hot in pink."

Swallowing hard, Luffy frowned over at Sanji, who stared down at his container of pastries with a mutter. "What's the matter, Sanji? Do you think they taste bad?"

"He has no taste buds. He smoked them out," Zoro muttered, taking a seat at the end of the bench. He brushed food from his shirt. "It's not bad, really. It's just...the fruit you used isn't exactly ideal."

"I made these for Nami. To make up for my inept ability to keep our dates and times straight. I'm an airhead—she was waiting for me over at Area 23 at 1500, not 29 at 1900! Area 23 is the more respectable joint where a woman can feel more comfortable and secure, and I totally blew it. I was hoping that by making these, I can beg her forgiveness for wasting her time last night," Sanji said, looking rather delighted as he held the pastries up high.

Ussop frowned. "I heard Nami was out with Fullbody last night. Kaya told me those two were coming out of a love hotel—"

"Fool! You don't speak of Nami that way! She's too delicate a flower to allow herself to be anywhere near that idiotic moron," Sanji snapped, thinking of the haughty boxer that made full use of the university's athletic programs. "She has standards that elevate her to the very highest peak of greatness, and Fullbody is nothing but scum under her shoe. She wouldn't be anywhere near him!"

"Then what's she doing around you?" Zoro mumbled, but Sanji heard him, throwing him a snarl.

Ussop shrugged. "Okay. But Kaya doesn't lie, y'know. And I don't know why you keep talking about Nami like she's some pristine flower when she's really more of a paid whor—"

"Can I have one, Sanji?" Luffy asked after Sanji had kicked Ussop off the bench, sending the curly-haired man into the grass. "I bet I can tell whether or not they're good. Zoro eats his pizza with half a bottle of hot sauce and crushed red peppers—there's no way he has properly working taste buds like mine."

"No. I only made four. These three are for Nami and her family," Sanji said, covering the pastries with a plastic top.

"But you gave one to Zoro! Why Zoro? You knew he was going to bitch about being a gummi bear!"

"... 'Gummi bear'? You mean, hamster?" Zoro asked.

"...huh? No. Hamster? Why—?"

"Why would I be a gummi bear?" Zoro asked, giving him a clueless look.

"Well, I mean...y'know, a test animal."

"A lab rat?" Ussop croaked, crawling back up onto his seat. "Ugh. Please pull your kicks, Sanji. That hurts. I'm still young—my body is still growing into itself, and with all these assaults, I can't rightly expect to—"

"Shaddup. I gave one to Zoro because Zoro always tells me the truth. But this is one exception where I truly believe his taste buds are broken."

"It tastes fine! I'm just saying, the tangerine bullshit is bullshit!"

"You are just jealous of me because Nami likes me better than you!"

"...you are so stupid..."

"You callin' me 'stupid'?! I'll kick your ass you—! Oh, wait. Shit. I have Roasting 309 to go to. Shit. My station! That bastard Patty's always taking my station!" Sanji cursed, running off.

Zoro snatched Luffy's soda and drank it all down, belching mightily. "Eh. It was good. I just don't like tangerines."

"Do you really think Nami likes Sanji better than you, Zoro?" Luffy asked with a skeptical frown. "I always see her hanging all over you. I haven't even seen her talk to Sanji, before."

"Don't say that in front of Sanji, Luffy!" Ussop pleaded, before Zoro could open his mouth. "I don't think Sanji knows that Nami talks to Zoro."

"That's right. He doesn't. And he shouldn't," Zoro added, frowning at Luffy. "He's only going to get the wrong idea. You can't say shit around that guy without having him mix it all up."

Luffy blinked. He rubbed thoughtfully at the scar on his face. "But...you shouldn't hide things from him, Zoro. It's all going to come back on you."

"By the time it does, he'll be over the witch and be all over somebody else," Zoro said confidently. "I could care less about her! But I do mind if Sanji tries to give me shit over something that I'm definitely not involved with."

"I don't know...it sounds shady all the same. I like Nami—she always gives me food during class. But sometimes I don't like her ethics..."

"That's because she makes you pay triple the price for some vending machine snack," Ussop muttered. "Luffy! Don't give that hag anything!"

"She brings me food! I need food! I can't just take it for free! That's not right! And it's quite reasonable to pay a hundred beli for a bag of chips," Luffy protested, Ussop giving a rather painful face palm.

Zoro shrugged, leaning back against the table. "Whatever. It's your money."

-

Nami's fingers brushed over Sanji's hair in a quick caress, her glossy lips spread in a smile while Sanji beamed at her in a rather goofy way. The professor was talking quietly in front of the class, making the more attentive students scramble to take seats up front in order to hear him, while others lounged about with no real clue as to what the man was saying. Nami had found herself cornered when Sanji came into class, bearing a container of pastries she wasn't interested in trying and giving his usual ramble about her beauty and style.

She'd rolled her eyes inwardly, wondering why Zoro hadn't spoken to Sanji yet about his 'problem'. While she found it flattering to have so much devoted attention to her, Sanji's behavior was downright annoying. She couldn't break free from his nostril-flaring, gibberish sprouting and cigarette stank presence without showing unwanted observers that she couldn't handle the situation. She tried not to breathe in too deep—wondering if the man had drowned himself in cheap cologne just before class; to either disguise the stench of his chain smoking or unwashed laundry. But she doubted he was like Zoro; there was something about Sanji that told her he took care of himself and his appearance. It was such a shame that he behaved in such a foolish manner around girls; the man was part octopus, part perverted old man.

She couldn't sit five minutes without having his hand sneak over to her knee or inside elbow, in gestures of engaging conversation. Or even keep his visible eye on level with hers; it was most often wandering over her exposed cleavage, dipping down the vee of her crotch, or examining her legs with every movement she made. It was a little tedious in being molested by a single eye; it really drained a girl out of her energy.

"I'm serious, Sanji," she said wearily. She didn't want to touch the delicate pastries that sat rather prettily atop of waxed paper and arranged in a decorative pattern within the container. She had thoughts that he may have slipped her GHB or something equally as mind-altering. A single girl couldn't be too careful on a campus this big, with men so bold and dumb. "You didn't have to make this for me."

"I'm an idiot. A stupid airheaded idiot! I must write down our plans on my own very hands and—and try to go through the entire day without washing them or—or even dirtying them so I wouldn't mess up again! You must've been so—argh, I don't know what I was thinking," Sanji blathered on, unable to lift his visible eye from her exposed cleavage. Nami shifted so that the glitter she'd applied there shimmered.

She shrugged a thin shoulder. "Whatever. I did spend four hours waiting for you...out in the cold...in the rain...shivering in my thin silk sundress...my expensive silk sundress..."

"It...it rained? But—! Oh, Nami, I'm so sorry! Please, I made these for you. Something I created expressively and only for you! I also want to make up for my stupid mistake last night, and, uh, I'm free tonight. Or even all week. I mean, when you're ready, and—and I'll pay for it all! The food, the—everything! I, uh, will even replace your sundress if you'll just tell me the—"

"Betsy Johnson, size double zero, in lavender," Nami said automatically. "You can only find them in the Crunks shop down in Area 29, back there behind Emporium and Double Doubt? They're right in the back. And, oh, my sandals...I was wearing these really slinky black patent sandals designed by Louboutin. You can find those there, too, dear. Size nine, please."

"Oh, yes, certainly! Right away! I can't have you go without your sundress and...really...really expensive slinky black patent sandals—"

At the sound of his falter, Nami leaned forward, licking her lips and reaching out to lightly caress the carefully groomed hairs on his chin. Sanji automatically leaning forward in thoughtless reaction, wanting more of the chance to have her hands on him. "Oh, but Sanji...five hours...five hours in the cold and the rain...wasting my entire evening waiting for you to show up while I could have been volunteering in the homeless shelter, spooning out soup for the more unfortunate souls that lack everything you and I are completely able to have!"

"Yes! Of course! I'll have them both for you, all for you, Nami pretty. I am such a pathetic and utter fool for completely wasting your evening and—! Won't you have one? Maybe—"

"Not now, dear. I've gotten a bit of a muffin top. But I'll take them," she said, taking the container of pastries. She set it aside, lifting a foot to run up the length of his shin. She watched him for a few moments, his face and neck turning red. An amused smirk lit her features as she wondered if he were a wet-between-ears-virgin or just extremely flustered. She had to bet within herself that it was the former; she couldn't imagine any girl in her right mind ever submitting herself to some goofy-faced cook. "Meet me in front of Area 27. 2000 hours...in front of Choux. All right? Can you remember this, Sanji? Don't make me wait six hours like you did last night..."

"Uh...um...ah...well, what?"

She dropped her foot with a frown, lifting an eyebrow. "Weren't you listening? Am I speaking gibberish?"

"NO! I mean, I—Area 07 at...2200. Yes. In front of Chouz. Yes. Yes, I'm writing it down right now Nami," Sanji said hurriedly, writing it down on his palm while Nami frowned at him. She shrugged lightly and picked up the container.

"Thank you, Sanji, you're such a dear. A kind, helpful and really really awesome man. More so than anybody else in here," she added, giving a look at their busy classmates. "Have my dress and shoes with you when you meet me there in front of Shoez, okay? Remember, Area 26, Shoez. Don't forget!"

As she walked off with her container, Sanji snapped his head up to watch her pert ass move within her tight mini-skirt, and then looked down at his hand with a puzzled expression.

-

The pastries were gone. One bite each had completely decimated the trio, and Luffy was entirely disgusted. Fullbody just didn't appreciate anything that slipped past his lips, save for Nami and her tongue. Which was gross, but there had to be something entirely interesting about that woman's mouth because Fullbody sure loved to put parts of himself in there—

In any event, Luffy was disgusted that Nami had given away Sanji's pastries because Luffy hadn't had the chance to test them himself. Luffy had to bet that the reason why Nami didn't eat them for herself was because they weren't from Zoro. People sure were finicky when it came to things like gifts and food.

He was watching Nami now, the woman grinning brightly at Fullbody while he finished licking his fingers. Luffy was taking the chance to bask in the afternoon sun in a section of the campus which allowed him a great view of the ocean that surrounded the island. It also allowed him the solitude to completely imagine having adventures on the sea beyond Roguetown. There were people that took advantage of the place as well, hiding behind various outcropping of rock and brush, giggling, laughing, sputtering and whatever it was they did that required privacy from prying eyes.

It was also a great place to hide when he didn't want to go back to the high school after completing the day's schedule at the university.

Luffy found himself distracted from his dreaming because Nami was carrying the familiar container that he'd seen Sanji carry around with him during lunch. He'd been hoping that Sanji would come home with them, but disappointment was something that Luffy had to deal with.

Nami sat next to Fullbody and laughed at something that he said; Luffy didn't really think too highly of Fullbody. The man was a bully and a braggart, with nothing to back up his stories. He supposed it was only because Fullbody's family was military and rich. But Luffy didn't understand why Sanji focused so much on Nami when Nami didn't think too much of him.

It was really none of his business, but Luffy didn't like to come home and see one of his friends moping because of something that had happened to them.

He rose, brushing off his shorts and adjusting his straw hat. It hung from the back of his neck on a worn tether rope, and the wide red band matched his red t-shirt. His sock less feet were stuffed into ankle skimming gladiator sandals, and though his uniform consisted mainly of shorts and t-shirts, it was the sandals and straw hat that truly made him stand out in a crowd. So he thought. Ussop always insisted on a trademark look, and Luffy had made this ensemble his.

He marched over as Fullbody leaned over Nami with something of a growl, the woman pushing at his chest with a light laugh. Snatching up the container, Luffy scowled at them both, startling Fullbody and making Nami frown.

"These were supposed to be for you, Nami," Luffy said, pointing at the inside. "Sanji made these for you. Not for him."

"Luffy...what'd I say about interrupting Nami's Quiet Time?" Nami asked sternly, pulling out a compact mirror and reapplying her gloss. "Besides, Sanji said I could share it with my friends. And Fullbody here is a friend of mine."

"They were real good...I guess. A little better than the supermarket crap," Fullbody said with a snort. "Nothing special, really. Who's this squirt, Nami? Friend of yours?"

"He's a junior classmate of mine...high school. Here on scholarship. Luffy's going in for a buccaneering degree, aren't you?" Name asked, beaming up at the younger man.

"Oh! Yes! I'm going to be sailing as soon as I'm able!" Luffy said cheerfully, lowering the container. "I wanna get off this island and start having me some adventures!"

"You still in high school, kid? Ch. I didn't think the university's officials continue to do that crap," Fullbody complained. "What's it look like to us older students? A real insult, I say."

Luffy frowned, but he turned his attention to Nami. "You've got a real insecure friend there, Nami. Who would be threatened by little ole me?"

Fullbody snapped his head around. "What?! Threatened?! Hah!"

"What else am I supposed to think when you're saying stuff like that? Well, whatever. You're nobody important to me. I just came here to talk to Nami. And Nami, I don't think it's right of you to accept something from Sanji when he put everything he has into making things for you. I think it's wrong of you to make him feel bad and stupid whenever you make plans to go out, and then hang all over Zoro when Zoro doesn't even like you. They're my best friends. I don't like it when they're bothered because of what you do to them."

"They're'bothered'?" Nami snapped, rising. Fullbody followed, dusting himself off as he continued to frown at Luffy. "I'm bothered! And it's stupid Sanji's fault for being so idiotic and letting me do this to him! And as for Zoro, the big lug's a moron for not seeing that I like him."

"Hey—! What the hell?!" Fullbody complained, but Luffy and Nami ignored him.

"Zoro won't ever like you back, Nami. He's asexual. Ussop told me what asexual means, and if Zoro wants to be plant-like, then he can. You can't make him like you by being mean to Sanji." Luffy held up the container. "Next time Sanji gives you something, you either politely refuse, or tell him what you just told me. You keep deceiving him, and you're going to hurt somebody's feelings. I don't know why you're going out of your way to be an asshole, it's still not right."

"How can you call me an 'asshole'!?" Nami shrieked indignantly. "You don't talk to ladies that way!"

"Aw, you're just Nami. I can't think of you as a 'lady'. That's just too weird. Anyway, I'll take this back to Sanji. But the next time it happens, Nami, I won't be happy." Luffy frowned at her, then walked off, swinging the container at his side and feeling rather relieved that he'd said his part.

Nami gaped after him, Fullbody frowning at her.

"You're fucking around with Roronoa, Nami?" he asked gruffly. "What's so good about that green-headed kelp wannabe, anyway? Just another muscle with a sword."

"Argh! Just—shut up! I've had enough of you, today."

"Hey, you can't talk to me like that—!" Fullbody started to snarl when Nami spun around, grabbed his shirt lapels for balance, and drove a knee into his groin. He curled over with a spray of sound, dropping to the ground in a heavy flop while she stormed off.

"Stupid simple-minded fool! How dare he talk to me that way!" she cursed, but she wasn't sure whom she was cursing; Fullbody or Luffy.

-

Luffy tossed the container on the kitchen counter when he got home. Humming to himself, he proceeded to raid the fridge. He straightened, shoving lunch meat into his mouth at the sound of someone rustling around in the back room. Shutting the fridge door, Luffy chewed the handful of smoked ham as best as he could while he walked down the hall. Pausing within the doorway, he watched Sanji search the various shoe boxes underneath his bed for whatever it was that caused a big mess on his side of the room.

"What are you doing, old man?" Luffy then asked, brow furrowed.

"I'm not old!"

Ignoring the shoe box that bounced off his forehead, Luffy stuffed more meat into his mouth and chewed fiercely. Speaking around the wad of ham, he said, "I brought back your container."

"...what? Don't talk with your mouth full. You choke, I'm letting you die."

Luffy repeated himself, then struggled to swallow. Certain that it all hit his stomach, Luffy belched, thumping against his own chest with a fist. "Say, I wanna ask you something, Sanji. It's been bothering me the entire day. The guys were telling me to shut up about it, but I can't let this slide."

"Oh for the love of...what? What is it? NO! Never mind!" Sanji clutched the wad of beli in one hand, leaping upward with a dazzled expression. He stuffed it into his wallet, the chain swinging wildly as he glanced at the clock with worry. "Shit. I'm late. Listen, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure! No—wait! I don't want to—! I have something to say!"

"I promise to cook you a huge dinner—next week. Huge. Massive. Two birds, one leg—crap. Make sure Zoro goes to his stupid dojo thingy tonight! Hide the grog! Alcoholic bastard," Sanji muttered, rushing past Luffy and running out the door.

Luffy frowned. "Damn."

He looked at the mess Sanji had made, eyes widening slightly at the magazines that were stacked neatly nearby. He craned his neck to peer at the cover, eyes widening even larger as he gasped. As he stared at the woman's nearly nude body, he finished off the lunch meat. He reached out to pick up the magazine, but then looked at his fingers. Wiping them down on his shorts, he looked at the grease spots and realized that he'd be found out if he continued his investigation, and he really didn't want Sanji killing him before Luffy had the chance to talk to him.

Shrugging, he figured that it was probably not the right time to talk to Sanji anyway, and headed out of the room. Throwing away the empty container, Luffy wandered the area in a daze, uncertain of what to do next. His eyes widened with a thought, and he ran back into the elder males' room. He found Zoro's goggles atop of his cubby-shelves and slipped them on. Rushing to the bathroom, he admired himself for a few moments before pulling on his hat. He struck a pose, throwing Victory signs and flexing his thin arms until he heard the front door open and slam shut.

He ripped off both his hat and the goggles, hiding them behind his back while he listened intently for whomever it was that had entered the house. Hearing the familiar sounds of Ussop sighing as he tossed his heavy backpack from his shoulders, Luffy grinned. He slipped the goggles back on and straightened his hat.

"Ahoy!" he shouted, racing from the bathroom and making Ussop shriek in surprise. "Look at me! No wonder Zoro wears these things! I feel awesome!"

"OH my god, Zoro will kill you for wearing those—! Let me have a turn!" Ussop begged, reaching for them. Luffy let him have them, still grinning as Ussop tried them on. Then he stumbled into the kitchen, opening the fridge for a beer. Still watching, Luffy realized that Ussop had a great idea and bounced in place, wanting another turn. Gulping down some of the beer, Ussop belched. He adjusted the goggles, nodding. "I see what he means! These really do feel better when you drink."

"Me! Me! Me!"

Ussop let him have a try, standing back while Luffy finished off the opened beer. "It's a whole new world, Ussop! We need a pair of our own!" the teen declared, eyes growing scarily determined.

"We don't have the money for it, right now, unfortunately. We still got rent to make and groceries to get. It's our turn. Sanji threatened to do various horrible things to us, like shave our eyebrows and leave wax in our nostrils in our sleep. I wanna wake up with a complete face, Luffy."

"Aw. Still—! This is so cool! Zoro always looked so cool, and now that I have these on, I can be cool, too!"

"Me, too! But, uh—let's put them away. Before he comes home and catches us and seriously rips us a new one." Ussop snatched the goggles from Luffy's face, but the strap held tight around his head. Instead of pulling them off, he lost his grip, goggles snapping back against Luffy's nose and eyes and causing him to shriek. "I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!"

"MY FACE! OWIE! ARGH! GOGGLES OF DOOM!"