"So whatcha think we'll find on the next island?"
"Who knows," Zoro replies without opening his eyes, slouching lower in the ofuro so his shoulders are submerged and the hot water's lapping at his neck. "We haven't been here on the Grand Line for all that long, and we've already seen some pretty crazy shit, so it could be anything." The corners of his mouth twitch into an anticipatory grin. "Guess there's only one way to find out, eh, Sencho?"
Luffy's nodding eagerly in agreement before he remembers his swordsman can't see him. "I hope it's something interesting, whatever it is!"
"Somehow I doubt you'll be disappointed. Oi, you comin' in?"
"Well…" He peers over the side to eye Zoro's nude form with interest- and the faintly steaming surface of the water with consternation.
"I'm right here, y'know. 'M not gonna let you drown. Even if I DO owe you one for that bullshit last night."
Sticking out his tongue even though he knows the gesture won't be seen, Luffy swings a leg over the side, breath rushing out as his foot splashes down. "Woo! Maybe Zoro won't let me drown, but I might MELT instea-"
Hands reach out to seize him around the waist and haul him in, and he tenses, waiting for the inevitable as the water closes over his lower body. Zoro's arms are encircling him, though, drawing him close even as he feels familiar weakness creeping through his limbs. The swordsman's voice is soft and reassuring beside his ear. "Relax. I got you, alright?"
He listens, trusting his partner now just as he failed to trust him last night and initiated the pointless brawl that left them both bruised and bleeding. And it's worth the disconcerting sensation of his strength fleeing, because he's settling into Zoro's lap, leaning heavily against his scarred chest with his chin safely well above the water's surface.
Gentle hands caress his bare skin, moving in soothing circles, and with a little effort, he's able to stop struggling against the torpor suffusing his rubber body and allow Zoro's support alone to prevent him from slipping under.
"This is ALMOST as good as fighting," his swordsman mumbles. "Almost."
Luffy bites back laughter. He knows exactly what Zoro means. "We never got an answer, huh? 'Bout who'd win?"
"Brawler or swordsman, yeah. Pffft, I don't know whether to thank Nami for breaking it up before either of us got seriously hurt or be pissed as fuck she interrupted," Zoro grumbles. He's silent for a moment, his fingers still trailing aimlessly around and around on the captain's sides and stomach, but then he stops. "People underestimate you so often. They see that goofy-ass smile you got most of the time 'n the whole rubber thing 'n they figure-" He inhales slowly, lips and nose nuzzling behind Luffy's ear, making him shiver. "They don't realize how goddamn strong you are 'til it's too late."
Amused by how his swordsman's voice has gone husky and the not-so-subtle way he's getting unmistakably hard beneath him, Luffy gathers his remaining energy and twists to face him so they're sprawled belly-to-belly. "Did Zoro get turned on, fighting me?"
"At the time, no, I was just really angry with you for not listening to me. But now, thinking back?" Zoro's hands slide down his back to take firm hold of his ass cheeks, squeezing. "Hell yeah, I'm turned on."
Grinning, Luffy gives a provocative little wiggle, pressing his pelvis against the erection developing below him, and kisses the green-haired pirate's smirking lips. When they immediately part wider, he slips his tongue between them, seeking out Zoro's tongue and prodding at it until his lover realizes what he's doing and begins jabbing back, whereupon their mouths are abruptly tangled and wrestling furiously.
They're both panting heavily when they separate, and Zoro utters pleased, breathless laughter. "Now that's the kind of fight I DEFINITELY don't mind ending in a draw."
Luffy makes an aggravated noise. "Kissing Zoro's about ALL I can do right now." He's been trying to rock his hips, but submersion's made him just too damn lethargic to do more than squirm half-heartedly, raging boner or no.
"Here, lemme help." Hands sliding below his buttocks to the backs of his thighs, tugging forward as they easily heft him aloft, Zoro pulls him into a sitting position on his lap.
His body's still not cooperating, but at least straddling his swordsman's thighs means he's finally getting some friction, even if Zoro's the one doing all the moving, holding him upright while giving lazy thrusts that slide their dicks against each other and send the bathwater sloshing back and forth in the ofuro.
It feels good, without a doubt, but it also doesn't take very long before he starts getting bored. He's itching to get his hands on his partner - give his cock a stroke or two, maybe play with his pecs a little, see how riled up he can get him - but right now he can't even lean forward to start kissing him again. "Zooorooo, I wanna MOVE. I can't do ANYTHING like this."
"You still stretch even if you're in the water, though, don't you? Otherwise you would've drowned in Arlong's damn pool way before anybody fished you out."
"Yeah, but I can't stretch on my own. Somebody else gotta-" His mouth forms an "oh" of understanding, largely because Zoro's grinning, already reaching between their groins to take firm hold of him. "What're you gonna-?"
"Yosaku said," his swordsman murmurs, fingers grasping his shaft an inch or two below the glans as they pull his dick upwards, elongating his flesh until it breaks the water's surface. "-you told him 'n Johnny about how you can blow yourself." Leaning forward to swirl his tongue slowly over the head, eyes watching Luffy's face closely. "Can I watch you do it?"
Oh, this is definitely more interesting than just sitting like a lump, only- "Sc-scoot me closer 'n get up on the bench," he demands. "I want you to help do me, 'n I wanna be able to kiss you lots more too."
"YES, Captain," Zoro laughs. Gathering his legs beneath him, he gives Luffy's rump one last squeeze before slipping his arm beneath it and carefully cradling his mostly limp body close as he straightens enough to ease backwards onto the narrow seat stationed partway down the ofuro's inside wall.
Luffy gives a sigh of relief, flexing his fingers. On the bottom of the tub, the water's level with their necks, but here, it only reaches their midsections. A bit lower on him than Zoro, whose lap he's still perched on, but that suits him just fine because it's not draining quite so much of his energy as before.
"Better?"
Experimentally, he settles his hands on his lover's chest, thumbs stroking lightly over nipples drawn to taut points now that they're no longer beneath the heated water, and snickers when he inhales sharply. "Yep!"
"Oi, I can play that game too, y'know," Zoro scolds before giving the underside of his glans- still raised in the air between their chins- a long, lingering lick.
Groaning, Luffy presses closer, locking eyes with his swordsman as he extends his tongue to trail its tip over the head of his own cock, gathering up the bead of slick moisture there before it can grow large enough to leak free. Tongue retreating back into his mouth, he licks his lips.
"F-Fuck. Nevermind, Sencho, you win."
For a little while, they take turns, lapping and sucking, occasionally pausing to kiss and explore each other's mouths. Tasting himself on Zoro's tongue makes Luffy leak pre-cum even more heavily, though, and they're soon meeting in the race to keep up with the thin, steady trickle, licking each other's lips and chins in the process, until all at once, they're trying to kiss with his dick caught between their mouths.
Overwhelmed, Luffy can't do anything to prevent the small whimpering moans that keep bubbling up in the back of his throat. He clutches at his swordsman's pectorals, squeezing hard, and abruptly Zoro lets go of his cock, allowing it to slide out of his hand and back into the water with a small splash.
The captain cries out when the wet heat of the bath suddenly envelopes his aching flesh, but before he can demand an explanation for why he's STOPPED, Zoro's caught him around the waist and tossed him onto the upper rim of the ofuro, back and buttocks pressed against the curved tile wall above the porcelain, calves dangling in the water.
"S-Sorry, but I wanna-" And Zoro's mouth closes over him again, nudging downwards until he can feel convulsive swallowing around his glans, hands clutching his thighs, pinning him in place and preventing him from sliding back into the tub.
Luffy arches his spine, fingers clawing at the smooth tiles under them, the noises of pleasure escaping him close to sobs. He can't thrust, but it doesn't matter; his lover's moving, head bobbing, drawing back to do that maddening swirling thing with his tongue before plunging forward again, going down on him so far that his nose nuzzles into his groin before pulling off and doing it all over again.
It feels TOO good. He can feel that thick, warning pressure building in his balls. "Z-Zoro-"
Zoro's gaze flicks up to meet his, but he doesn't stop, and the sight of his swordsman's half-lidded eyes studying his flushed face while that incredible mouth continues sliding and sucking on him, swallowing him to the root, pushes him over the edge.
His dick twitches hard before it begins to pulse, and his partner must sense what it portends, because he draws back quickly until only the tip of Luffy's cock's still in his mouth, not swallowing but keeping his lips widely parted so the spurts of cum hitting his tongue are forced to run out of his mouth, flowing down his chin to drip on his pectorals.
Somehow, Luffy gets a trembling hand wrapped around himself so he can stroke through the rest of his orgasm. He doesn't know where to look: at the incredibly self-satisfied expression on Zoro's face or his wet, kiss-swollen mouth or the semen trickling down his chest, a drop hanging briefly suspended from one of his erect nipples before falling to the water below.
Once he's finished ejaculating, Zoro takes him in again, lips pursed around his throbbing dick as they slide towards its base, nudging his hand aside.
Gasping, tilting his head back against the tiles with his eyes shut as he sinks his fingers into his swordsman's short, spiky hair, he doesn't realize Zoro's released his left thigh to hold him one-handed against the wall until he feels his buttocks being parted as calloused fingers slip between them, caressing the tight opening there. The pads of Zoro's fingertips are slippery, rubbing circles around the muscled ring, and with a sudden shock, he realizes he's having his ass lubed with his own cum.
He jerks his head upright, his eyes flying open. Is this it, is he gonna-?
Feeling his sudden tension, Zoro pulls off his dick with a loud, wet noise. "No, not-" He clears his throat. "Not today, Sencho. Just still fingers for now, okay? I want your first time feeling my dick inside you to be somewhere more comfortable than this." One of the slick fingers pressing against his bottom twists gently, sinking into him to the first knuckle and moving in gradually widening circles to stretch his rim. "And jizz might work alright for a finger, MAYBE two with you since your hole's like a damn rubber band- but I wouldn't trust it with anything much thicker."
"Then I want- I want more of Zoro's mouth," Luffy demands in reply. He hooks his free leg over his swordsman's shoulder to steady himself, pulling eagerly at his green hair.
Laughing, Zoro leans closer to lick a curving path up the underside of his dick, pausing to flick his tongue tip teasingly at the sensitive spot just under the glans. "How the hell are you so hard yet, after cumming that much?"
"I d-don't know," he groans, digging his heel into his lover's shoulder blade to get the leverage necessary for rocking his hips and nudging the finger in his ass deeper while also pushing his cock into what he hopes is prime sucking range. "But I can probably do it again, if you k-keep doing that. Not as much as before 'n it'll- it'll take a little longer, but…"
Zoro's gaping at him. "Wait, you're telling me that wasn't just a fluke, when you came twice in a row in the shower that other time? You can shoot multiple wads without going limp between?"
"Not EVERY time I jerk off but, yeah, if I'm really turned on and-" He gives a hard thrust, poking his swordsman's cum-streaked chin with his tip, scowling. "Zoro, come ON. I don't wanna talk, I wanna cum in your mouth again!"
"Huge stretchy dick AND willing to indulge all my kinks AND strong as hell AND multi-orgasmic. Holy shit, fucking marry me."
Luffy's delighted laughter dissolves into a moan as Zoro's lips close over him again, sucking and tugging. He thrusts again involuntarily, trying to push more of his length into the warm, wet suction of the mouth enclosing his glans, and his partner allows it, tongue sliding out of the way to give him more room to move.
A surge of excitement cartwheels through his lower belly. "Z-Zoro, can I-?"
Zoro makes an affirmative, anticipatory noise that makes him gasp as it vibrates around him. Pushing up on his opposite forearm and elbow to better brace himself against the wall, he tightens his grip on his swordsman's hair and begins rocking in earnest, pistoning his shaft in and out of his mouth.
The finger buried in his bottom mimics his actions, drawing back when he does and plunging back inside when he thrusts forward, his lover's palm grinding on his perineum.
Having somebody else sucking his dick's sooo much better than going down on himself. He's learned how to get nearly the entire thing in his own mouth, but it involves folding his body like a pretzel, which is distracting and tends to get uncomfortable fairly quickly, so he usually settles for however many inches he can stretch to face level. While Zoro, on the other, has no trouble taking ALL of him, head angled so his deepest thrusts slide straight into his throat.
Panting, dazed with exhilarated toe-curling bliss, he's disconnectedly trying to figure out how his swordsman's managing to get enough air when the finger inside him unexpectedly crooks and he cries out, hips slamming forwards.
Zoro growls, throat squeezing and rippling around him, rubbing harder on that spot just a couple inches past his sphincter, and he convulses helplessly, twitching cock firing the first short squirt of cum before he can even think about holding back. Without hesitation, Zoro swallows- and keeps swallowing, finger continuing to massage his shuddering, spasming flesh.
Luffy's eyelids want to close but he forces them to stay open, gaze locked on his partner's bobbing adam's apple. He's shuddering against the tiles, abdominal muscles jumping and the movement of his hips gone weak and wobbly, his ass clamping down hard on the finger moving inside it with each erratic pelvic contraction.
He cries out, writhing, as his swordsman uses one of the brief moments between spurts to begin working another digit into his hole. The fingertips of his left hand find the grout line separating two tiles and dig into it, hanging on in sheer desperation, because Zoro's mouth doesn't stop working on him even when he's no longer ejaculating and starting to get sensitive.
Eventually, however, Zoro's need to breathe outweighs his desire to keep sucking and he pulls back with a loud slurping sound and an explosive gasp. It's several moments before he's able to stop panting long enough to form coherent words, but his free hand's abandoned Luffy's other thigh to do what his mouth can't, stroking the slick, semen and saliva-smeared length of the captain's cock to keep it hard. "Th-think you can- c-can- one more- one more time?"
Luffy KNOWS he can. He's already managed more than twice this on his own, once when he was unbearably horny and shortly after he'd first discovered it was possible in the first place, resolving not to stop until he'd found out just how many times he could- quite literally- pull it off. He'd finally quit, however, when it'd started to hurt more than it'd actually felt good. One more time for his swordsman, though, who's obsession with things in threes he finds vastly amusing? That, he can certainly handle with little to no discomfort. Especially since it's unlikely to involve accidentally tying himself in knots.
"Can- can YOU?" he challenges, laughing breathlessly at the immediate expression of proud defiance that rises on Zoro's face and knowing the green-haired pirate's sure as hell going to try, even if it means losing consciousness from lack of oxygen and the excessive heat of the bathwater. A sense of ambition he really shouldn't be encouraging given the likelihood they'll BOTH drown if Zoro passes out and drops him into the ofuro, but he's thinking with the head hovering only a few centimeters from the mouth he's just unloaded in TWICE, of course, and not the one located between his shoulders.
"I trained away most of my- my gag reflex," Zoro's growling at him, voice steadier now that he's had a moment or two to catch his breath. "-learning Santoryu. AND I can hold my breath- for a damn long time. So TRY me."
"Does Zoro want me to c-cum in his mouth again? Or somewhere else?"
His swordsman's lips part in one of those sharp-toothed grins- the kind that make his stomach do excited little backflips. "Where I WANT you to cum's inside my ass… so many times I can't hold it all and it keeps gushing out no matter how hard I try not to move, until I'm laying in a big, wet puddle of your jizz."
Luffy makes an involuntary little "uhn" noise, dick twitching in his lover's fist and hole clenching on his fingers.
"Maybe we can try that next time you fuck me." Hand lifting his erection out of the way but maintaining a steady, sliding grip, Zoro ducks beneath it to nuzzle amorously against his inner thigh close to the groin, breath hot on his skin. "Right now, though? Mmm, I'll hafta think about it." His tongue darts out, tracing the crease where Luffy's leg meets his pelvis then lapping messily up his perineum.
"H-Higher," the rubber man whines, squirming, then groans in frustrated pleasure as Zoro's mouth fastens on the skin just below his balls, applying that same heart-stopping suction and then BITING, fingering his rear with such enthusiasm that he's instinctively bucking his hips in an attempt to drive himself farther onto the intrusion. He wants MORE, not just a couple measly fingers. He wants his body full of Zoro, stretched beyond capacity, whether it's Zoro's cock or- "Fist," he moans, unaware his thoughts are translating into actual spoken words. "I w-want Zoro's fist in my ass…"
A rough gasp escapes his swordsman, followed by a torrent of broken curses muffled as unseen teeth sink into his thigh.
Luffy utters a yelp of surprise, more from being caught off guard than because he's genuinely in pain. He's flying too high on adrenaline and lust right now to care that Zoro's left a clear semi-circle of tooth marks in his flesh. What he does care about is that he's inadvertently driven his lover beyond any semblance of control.
A steady stream of "fuck fuck fUCK FUCK" spilling from his lips, Zoro rears backwards and scrambles to his feet, oblivious to his left shoulder striking the underside of the shelf above the ofuro hard enough to spill towels into the water below. "FUCK!" Yanking his fingers free, he shoves the captain's leg off his opposite shoulder to reach up to grab him by the elbow.
Before Luffy can do more than widen his eyes, fully expecting he's about to land ass-first in the tub, his swordsman's purposely falling backwards, knocking the shower wand off the wall, left shoulder blade hitting the sink with enough force to rattle the pipes beneath it. Yanked away from the wall, Luffy finds himself sprawled belly-first on top of his partner, who seizes his buttocks in both hands and starts rocking wildly, teeth bared and gritted as he furiously grinds their erections together.
Crying out, groping for purchase so he can thrust back, Luffy gets one hand locked on the ofuro's rim while the other seizes Zoro's left tit, and then he's moving, driving his dick- slippery with cum and spit- along the equally stiff length sliding and jerking beneath it.
His lover's fingers are squeezing his rump almost painfully tight, digging into his ass cheeks and rolling them apart and together.
"K-Kiss- kiss me," the rubber man demands, and Zoro's mouth is immediately there, no "oh, captain, my captain" quips now, just lips and tongue and teeth and grunted, breathless obscenities lost in the frantic exchange as Luffy meets him with identical intensity.
Zoro growling his name amidst the curses, eager, fierce. One hand reluctantly relinquishing its hold on his rear, two fingers sliding between his buttocks and delving past his rim, no longer bothering to search for that sweet spot, just working their way back inside and then picking up speed until they're pumping into him with rapid, careless force. The addition of a third makes him cry out, arching, pushing back despite the dull ache in his protesting sphincter, because it's an unexpected, delicious sort of pain- his body's natural resistance to being stretched so wide in this place despite it being composed of rubber just like the rest of him.
Moaning, hips churning, Luffy kneads his swordsman's pectoral and tries to laugh when Zoro shudders all over in response. He squeezes harder, digging in with his blunt nails as he crushes the handful of flesh he's clutching, the nipple and a half-moon of areola protruding between two fingers.
"Sencho-" Zoro snarls, teeth carelessly raking his lips. "Gonna- gonna cum!"
How- how hard can I make him-? Releasing the ofuro's side, Luffy shoves his hand beneath his partner's rear, fumbling in the water until he locates the crack of Zoro's ass and gets a fingertip against the puckered depression between the flexing cheeks.
"Yes! Yesyesyes fuck ye-!" Zoro's breath escapes in a rush as he pushes, slowly forcing his finger through the opening that's quivering under his touch. "L-Luff- Luffy, NOW. NOW!"
Understanding without needing to be told what his lover wants him to do, the captain curls the digit he's just introduced, seeking out the firm mound of tissue he knows will intensify Zoro's orgasm and stroking firmly across it. At the same time, he wrings the pectoral he's clutching with enough force that several joints in his knuckles pop.
Zoro's hips surge forward, a low wavering cry escaping his mouth as his muscles tense, hole clamping down and cock jerking between their moving bodies. Their gazes meet the moment before cum begins jetting up Zoro's stomach and heaving chest, and Luffy bursts into joyous, panting laughter at the wideness of his swordsman's eyes, realizing that despite Zoro's previous experience and his own novice knowledge of sex, he's somehow managed to make Zoro climax intensely enough to be startled by his own body's powerful response.
He's never seen Zoro squirt like that in the limited time they've been together, but judging by that expression, neither has ZORO, let alone Johnny or Yosaku or anybody else who's been fortunate enough to witness him in such a state.
Immensely pleased with himself, he recaptures his partner's gasping mouth, happy to lose conscious thought in the sensations washing through him from head to toe. The vibrations against his tongue and lips as Zoro moans into his mouth, the slick, trembling skin beneath his right hand and torso. The rigid, pulsing flesh moving in unsteady thrusts beneath his own aching dick. The fingers buried in his ass, no longer active but simply impaling him, spreading the sensitive muscle of his rim, because his swordsman's too stunned to concentrate on both their bodies at once.
When Luffy reaches his own peak, shuddering hard as the tension coiled inside him breaks, he's already cum too much during his earlier releases to produce more than a few light spurts, but they've still got enough velocity to splatter Zoro's pectorals and- in the case of one particularly well-launched stream- his neck. It's also nowhere near as strong as his previous orgasms, but he doesn't mind, largely because he's too distracted by Zoro's flushed, euphoric face and the thin rivulets of their mingled fluids trickling down his trembling sides to dissipate in the bathwater below them.
He's quivering all over as well though as he eventually lets his throbbing, tingling body sink down to lay supine atop his spent lover, too exhausted to care that he's just gotten both fresh and half-dried, sticky cum on his torso and the side of his face squashed against Zoro's chest. He can hear his swordsman's heart hammering away in there, as though he's just run a marathon, and his own pulse is racing, thumping in his groin- and inside his ass, where the green-haired pirate's fingers are still engulfed but now resting limply.
"Oh my god, I think I might've just- I died," Zoro groans. "Dead. I'm dead, Sencho. You fucking killed me."
"No- no dying allowed," Luffy mumbles back tiredly. "If Zoro dies, that'd mean we can't have sex anymore. 'N I really, really really wanna. Keep having sex. Lots 'n LOTS of sex." He lifts his head with effort. "Besides, we haven't done it in every room on the ship yet. Just this one."
"… there's jizz on your cheek."
"There's jizz ALL OVER Zoro," he points out helpfully.
"Yeah, genius- you came on me three times."
"Only twice! 'Cause Zoro swallowed the one time. And he came on himself too."
"I'm pretty sure you WANTED me to cum on myself."
"Well, I'm pretty sure you wanted me to want you to do it."
"O-Oi, that's beside the point!"
Luffy ignores him. "We came in here to get clean but we ended up getting dirty again. Maybe dirt-IER. Shishishi! At least we're in the bathroom, though, right?"
"Speaking of which- would you mind getting OFF me? My head's in the damn sink 'n being bent backwards out of the tub doesn't feel half as good now that my libido's quit screaming at me."
Climbing off Zoro requires peeling loose first since the mess drying between them's been slowly gluing their skin together, and as soon as he's wriggled free and slid back into the water, he's forced to hook both arms over the side to avoid sinking to the bottom like a stone, but now he's able to get a good look at his swordsman's cum-streaked body- and how he managed to keep them both aloft to begin with. Upper back on the sink's edge, lower back on the ofuro's edge, one leg half-folded beneath him, foot on the bench inside the tub, and the other leg stretched out straight, foot braced against the lowest tiles of the wall.
The swordsman's grimacing as he struggles to right himself without toppling out headfirst onto the bathroom floor. "There's nothing like doing really dumb shit while you're desperate to get off, then regretting it later."
"Umm, Zoro?" Luffy asks from where he's draped over the side, gesturing half-heartedly towards the sink. "Is that a crack?"
Collapsing onto the ofuro's seat and slumping backwards against the side, Zoro turns his head to look and winces. "Oh, fuck." He reaches out to snag one of the towels that's been drifting around in the water and wrings it out before tossing it over the side onto the floor. "… maybe we'll get lucky 'n nobody'll notice." Glancing up at the shelf overhead. "Shit- did I knock ALL the towels in?"
Luffy's eyeing one floating near his end of the tub, wondering whether or not he can grab it without requiring a rescue, when there's a sudden burst of loud knocking on the door leading to the storage room.
"OI. ARE YOU SHITTY BASTARDS ALMOST FINISHED IN THERE?"
"YES AND NO," Zoro yells back, prompting a snort of laughter from the captain beside him. "GET LOST, COOK. GO PISS OFF THE STERN IF YOU GOTTA TAKE A LEAK."
"HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GET A GODDAMN SHOWER? I DON'T EVEN HEAR THE WATER RUNNING! HURRY THE HELL UP!"
"Great- guess that means he's gotta take a shit. YEAH, YEAH, DON'T GET YOUR DICK IN A KNOT. AT LEAST LEMME WASH THE CUM OFF MY FACE FIRST, WILL YA?"
Luffy's wheezing against his own forearm, imagining Sanji's expression of horror and disgust, but when the response finally comes after a long moment of awkward silence, he doubles over pounding his fist on the rim of the ofuro, giggling hysterically, and although Zoro's extremely quick to haul him upright when he starts to go under, his eyes are full of premeditated murder.
"It's- it's quite alright, Mr. Bushido," comes the tremulous voice of Princess Nefeltari Vivi, barely audible over the scandalized raging of the cook who's been attempting to procure the facilities for her. "Please take your time, y-you and Luffy-san, and I'll- I'll come back for a bath later."