Prompt: From shaetil who wanted some otter! Zoro sleeping with a member of the crew and Sanji somehow getting bit again.

When the wicker basket was put down on the floor, Zoro's first reaction was to give Nami an incredulous look. She glared right back at him, "I spent money on this. Don't make me add it to your debt."

Zoro huffed. He guessed it was his fault that Nami was cross with him. After all, he was the one refusing to sleep in the aquarium. Despite Chopper's insisting that otters slept on their backs in water, Zoro refused to accept it. Water was nowhere near as comfortable as his hammock.

But then Nami had bought this. A cat basket. He was an otter, not a cat! He would've voiced his complaint if 1, he could speak, and 2, if Nami wasn't glaring at him as though she wanted to splatter him into the deck with her heeled sandals.

Slowly, Zoro slunk into the basket and lay down flat against the plush cushion, pressing his head down into it and looking up at the navigator with one brown eye. Nami grumbled something in approval before leaving the men's bunk room and allowing the other guys in.

Sanji snorted slightly at the sight of their once former swordsman in a cat basket as he walked past, lifting his leg a little higher than necessary to avoid the chubby paw with its claws that swatted at him from over the side of the wicker basket. Luffy said that he thought the basket looked cool and that Zoro looked like a pet now and how great that was because Luffy had always wanted a pet. Usopp told Luffy to shut up, Franky promised to build him a better bed if he'd like one and Brook said nothing because he had first watch. Chopper asked him if he was okay to which he squeaked pathetically, earning him a soft look at a pat on the head which he immediately tried to brush off because no way in hell did Zoro like being petted. Even if it did feel nice...

It was rather late into the night that Zoro woke up. There was a shaft of cold air rushing at him from under the door and bit through his fur. It wasn't as if he had any blankets to hide under so he decided to look for heat elsewhere.

Sleep disoriented, the little otter staggered across the floor to one of the lower down hammocks which he perceived to be Chopper's if his memory served him correctly. He hooked on with the toes of his front paws and dragged himself into the netting of the hammock with a few grunts of exertion. He missed his old body, it was far more powerful and trained than this pudgy, chubby, feeble excuse for a body.

Crawling up along the blankets, Zoro swore Chopper seemed much taller than he remembered, but that was probably because Zoro was tiny now in comparison. He scuttled up to the base of the pillow and curled up in what he assumed to be where Chopper's neck and shoulder met with the blanket. The reindeer was extremely warm and the heat was a welcome blessing. Closing his eye, Zoro curled in tighter and fell asleep.

Sanji was tensed as he felt the furry body of the marimo otter push into him. What the hell was Zoro doing? Had the shitty hairball come to assassinate him in the night?

He felt the otter's long thick tail flop out and land on his collarbone and chest, wriggling slightly in very slow movements.

Slowly, the cook turned his head.

Zoro was curled up and snoozing gently, his body pushed firmly into Sanji's. He looked over the pudgy features and the fur that looked soft and tempting. Very carefully, Sanji ran his fingertips through it.

The otter wriggled his ears and uncurled more and more the closer Sanji got to touching the downy fluff of his belly. Pausing a moment, Sanji made sure the other wasn't going to wake up before curiously stroking the little animal's tummy.

Zoro stretched out completely with a strange little chirp and his working eye opened blearily. Sanji froze at being caught before being confused as Zoro met Sanji's turned face and rubbed his nose against the blond's.

Sanji had never seen anything so tender come from the normally stoic idiot and especially something tender directed at him of all people. Zoro chattered his teeth groggily, blinking a few times before he woke up completely to find him and the shitty cook nose to nose with Sanji's fingers brushing at his belly.

'WHAT THE HELL?!' Zoro would've screamed but as an otter, the closest he could get was a shrill screech that sounded a lot like,

"EEEEEAAAAAAKKKKKKK!"

Sanji winced against the noise, "Agh! What the fuck, moss rat?!"

The others began to wake up with panicked mutterings and Zoro scrambled onto his paws in a bid to get away from the hand on his stomach. In blind panic, rage, and embarrassment, Zoro lashed out.

He sunk his teeth into the bridge of Sanji's nose.