Hands and swords
Word count: 200
Pairing: Zoro x Robin... right?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: sexy pirates belong to Oda. I can only dream of them.
"You know, it's a pity all those hands were given to someone who doesn't even know how to use a sword."
Robin looked up from her book, and greeted the swordsman with a smile.
Being the gentleman he was, Sanji-kun had offered his hammock for her to take some rest inside, since it was so hot on the deck. And there she was, two hands holding the book in front of her eyes, another one flipping pages, and a last one blowing air on her face with a fan.
"Why would I need a weapon when I can easily disarm my opponent?", she asked cheerfully, while a hand popped out of Zoro's forearm, grabbing his wrist.
The swordsman knew better than to startle ; he grinned, and didn't care to get rid of the pressure.
"For those who know about your powers, it's not really efficient.
- Really? Then maybe I should think of some other ways to use all those hands", Robin said with a concerned look on her face.
No matter how hard he tried and what he offered in exchange later, Sanji could never have Zoro explaining to him why he exited the cabin in such a hurry.