"ok since he's actually turning into an otter and having all their traits and shit.., have him clean out the aquarium of all shellfish.., every aingle clam, oyster, mussel, crab, and shrimp eaten.., and maybe even beat up one of the larger fish.., then Usopp is the one that needs to clean up Zoro's mess and even though Sanji has nothing to do with it, he still ends up getting the shit end of the stick..," - BrainDeadMaggot

The next day Zoro stopped hanging around in the kitchen though Sanji, strangely, missed his company; he'd grown accustomed to the little otter padding around and snoozing in an oddly short space of time. A few days after that and the mossrat was back to himself. The bandages and splint was gone and the swelling had decreased dramatically. The same could be said for Sanji's eyes, the sticky stitches now gone and the bruises fading back to his pale complexion. There was an angry red line across the bridge of his nose though and it was scabbed in places, but it was nowhere near as bad as before.

Nami had had a night of feeling unwell and was sleeping in her quarters, using the spare time she had now that they'd determined their course to catch up on the hours she had missed. Robin was watering the navigator's orange trees in her absence, and listening to Luffy babble on excitedly about one thing or another from his seat perched on an upturned plant pot. Brook and Sanji were sat on the steps with tea making idle chatter and Chopper was sat between them with a bottle of milk and a book with his notes on Zoro's condition in his lap. Franky was down in the engine of the Sunny, tinkering and changing and sketching up new plans and extensions. All of them were quite at peace except for Usopp who was complaining loudly.

"Zoro, what have you done?!" Came the cry, followed shortly after by a chatter of teeth and the little thumps of paws on the wooden deck.

Zoro's lithe body wriggled its way between Brook and Sanji, almost knocking the tea over, before he leapt onto Chopper's open book, causing the little doctor to laugh. Brook nodded, "Ah, Zoro, what have you done?"

Zoro fixed him with one dark eye and chittered. Chopper piped up, "He said he didn't do anything."

Sanji narrowed his eyes, "Bull. That shitty mossrat has done something." The cook pushed himself to his feet, setting down his cup, "I'll go see what the long nose is whining about."

A mess. The biggest mess Sanji had ever seen on the Sunny ever. The trap door to the aquarium was burst open, salty water sprayed across the deck, and tens of shells from shellfish were scattered everywhere hollowed out by something. Hollowed out by that shitty mossrat no doubt. He muttered to himself, "Holy shit..."

Suddenly Usopp emerged from the aquarium in a great upheaval of water and clambered out, shucking off the diving apparatus and catching his breath. Sanji folded his arms across his chest, "What the hell happened here, Usopp?"

The sniper took in another deep breath before replying, "I caught Zoro throwing empty mussel and oyster shells everywhere and he- he's eaten almost all of them!" He yelled.

Sanji found it a little hard to believe that Zoro could have eaten so much but from the amount of shells scattered across the deck, it seemed possible. A sudden anger flared in his stomach- how could Zoro do something so selfish? How dare he eat through more than his fair share of the ship's supply. But he grit his teeth and bore it, adding it to the list of things to beat the crap out of Zoro for when he turned back to his mossy human self. He sighed irritably and crouched down, scraping together some of the mess with his hand. He looked up at Usopp, an itch in the back of his throat that could only be satiated by the smoke of a cigarette, "Just... Get Luffy and go and catch some more."

"But..."

"I'll clean this up, just go."

"O-okay..." Usopp said hurriedly, running off to grab the captain and the nets.

Some way into his shoving the shells into a pile, Sanji heard the scurrying of little feet on the boards behind him which he instantly recognised. He made to turn around, "You little mossy shit, look what you done-"

He halted at the feeling of a sudden weight moving upwards on his back and scowled when Zoro's little furry face popped up over his shoulder with a curious squeak. Sanji snapped, "You know what you've done, you rat..."

Zoro chattered his teeth and was on the move again, clambering up Sanji's shoulder, up his neck, and onto his head, ruffling blond locks as he flopped over, jumping onto the deck in front of Sanji's lap. The cook watch with confusion as Zoro began nudging a shell with his little forehead across to the pile that had gathered and realised that the otter was helping him to tidy up. Zoro chirped at him.

Sanji huffed and picked up another shell whilst Zoro selected another to shunt to the pile. He blamed the cute fluff that was Zoro's face for the slight smile on his lips and the receding anger at the mossrat. He poked Zoro lightly in the side, "I'm still gonna kick your ass for this when Chopper fixes you."

He managed to move his hand out of the way of a playful swipe from Zoro's paw.