"Its your own fault, you know."
"I'll kill you if you keep saying that."
Sanji's long drag on his cigarette unsuccessfully hid his smirk.
"Fuck you, Cook. And it's not my fault! Who would actually do something like that?"
"Ace."
"Well, I didn't think –"
"That's fairly obvious, you idiot. You just had to challenge him like that."
"I didn't—that wasn't—he was in my spot! Everyone knows that I take a nap there everyday in the afternoon at the same exact time. That perverted asshole was just laying there, all asleep and shit!"
"So you woke him up? Rather then finding another place for one of your many stupid little power naps."
"Yes I DID. It was my spot! He should have just moved when I asked him, instead of laying there arguing with me."
Sanji bit his lip to stop from laughing. The attempt failed miserably.
"And, uh, then what did you say?"
Zoro turned beet red, and looked at the deck. Sanji had no desire to be merciful.
"Didn't you say, 'Kiss my ass!'?"
"I wasn't expecting him to…HE'S SICK! Sick I tell you!"
"And fast, too!" Sanji added helpfully.
"Yeah, well that perverted fuck can't run forever."
