Okay seriously. Have you ever had a craving for something so bad that you smell it? 'Coz last night I wanted lemon aid and I swear thats all I could smell... So now I'm all pissy 'coz I still want lemon aid and we don't have any... Margh!
Disclaimer- I don't own One Piece.
14- Cravings
Zoro nibbled on his lower lip. He had some serious cravings.
Not cravings like Sanji and his damn cancer sticks or cravings like pregnant women and food. No, he had a wanting craving.
What was it that he wanted? He wanted some good ol' fashioned lovin'. That's what.
He went into the kitchen looking for his love-cook. Since breakfast was already over, it should be a good while before lunch. He took his time, knowing that about now Sanji was sitting at the table smoking a cigarette. And he was right.
"Oi shit swordsman. What do you want?" Sanji said from the table as Zoro entered.
"You." the swordsman replied, grinning impishly. Sanji knew what Zoro had meant and was not in the mood for his crap.
"I don't think so." the chef said standing up.
"Come on I know you wanna."
"Fuck you." the chef snarled.
"No I think its the other way around." Sanji was pissed now, it had been a perfectly fine day until this stupid horny marimo had to come in here. Sanji growled, took a lungful of his cigarette and blew the smoke into Zoro's face. This caused Zoro to stop his advances and cough, so Sanji could kick him in the back of the head while his eyes were closed.
"Bastard marimo." Sanji said as he prodded Zoro, who was face first into the floor, with his toe.
"Shit cook." Zoro grumbled from the floor. He was going to get him yet.
Moo ha ha!! Access denied! There I took out all my anger on Zoro. I really do feel much better. Ha who needs lemon aid!!... I do.. Wah!