Day 3: Roasted
Probably a T for disgustingness, set after Thriller Bark but only just.
I will explain all the confusion at the end (if I am unscathed by the confusion I caused)
Luffy woke up early to a splitting headache and an intense heat. Man, that hurt. And what a strange dream he'd been having. Nami had been stuck on a sky island. Maybe she'd met Conis again? And he'd rushed into a prison only to come back out empty-handed. What had he been doing? And what was Sanji wearing? He looked so stupid!
He suddenly snapped out of thinking about his earlier dream by the smell of meat. He rushed to the kitchen, feeling a little light headed, and slammed open the door.
"Sanji! Is breakfast ready?"
"Yes Luffy, it's been ready for a while," came the reply from the cook. That was strange. If breakfast had been ready he would've known about it. He looked at breakfast. The rest of his nakama were digging into a pile of croissants, bread, cereal and a huge roast... Zoro? He blinked. Yep, Zoro.
He yelled, "What are you all doing? Do you see what you're eating?"
Robin replied coolly, "We are eating a very fine specimen of meat. Do you want some? Sanji knows his trade well..." She grabbed one of Zoro's arms and pulled. The arm came off with a snap. Robin held it out to him. Luffy backed away.
Franky came up behind him. "Luffy-bro, I thought you liked meat more than anything, are you sure?"
"G-get away from me!" Luffy shrieked, and ran out the door, slamming it loudly.
The rest of the crew stared at the door.
"What was that?" Sanji asked.
"No idea." The rest of the crew replied.
Yeah I don't know where this came from. Zoro is not dead. And you know what I said about explaining? Well, I LIED! MWAHAHA! The answer should appear in day 5...
This drabble had a bad effect on me...
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