"Fuck off, shitty Marimo, I'm not staying over at your boozy ass excuse of an apartment."
Sanji glared defiantly into Zoro's insistantly cool gaze, his own oceanic blue eyes reflecting discomfort and anger at the mere suggestion of needing a babysitter. They had been going back and forth about this for well over an hour at this point but with Sanji's impending hospital release tomorrow, Zoro had gotten oddly insistent that the ex-chef stay with him. He knew he was being stubborn but he'd be damned if he was going to be subjected to the constant supervision of such an unbelievable idiot, personal savior or not. He hadn't asked to be rescued from himself and he sure as hell wasn't going to let the green haired bastard subject him to the humiliation of being excessively watched over by that troubled pitying grey eye of his. That eye which, if looks could kill, would have flayed his skin off and had him spit-roasted over a campfire with the amount of malevolence it currently exuded.
"Well you sure as fuck aren't about to go back to your own damn crime scene of an apartment, or did you manage to forget that you essentially painted the walls and carpet in your own damn blood?" Zoro wanted to punch himself in the face but his callous words kept spewing from his mouth unabated, his anger at the blonde's constant refusals making his words come out far harsher than he had intended for them to be. He had promised Chopper, and somewhere along the line he'd wound up promising himself the same thing, that he would keep Sanji safe this time, that he wouldn't allow him to sink back down into the dark hell he had been trapped in before.
Sanji shot him an incredulous look before his expression darkened, the reality of the situation at hands sinking back in. He likely wasn't going to be allowed to return home anytime soon and, with a tsk of disappointment, he realized that when he did eventually return, there would be quite a mess to clean up after himself. His mind trailed off into a distant emptiness for a moment at the thought, but he caught himself before the shadows could firmly grasp his thoughts as he saw Zoro's face shift yet again in worry in response to the dull, soulless mask the blonde had momentarily donned. The green haired bastard had been making that same shitty face at him for several days now, its uncharacteristic nature managing to both unsettle Sanji's nerves and piss him off more than words could express more each time it appeared. He wanted to smear the bastard's face into the floor, eager to wipe the offending expression off Zoro's features permanently, but unfortunately violent outbursts seemed to be frowned upon in medical settings, especially when you're in the psychiactric ward.
With a slight shake of his head, he attempted to fully clear his head as his own slender fingers found their way through oily, flaxen locks, a reminder that he hadn't been able to truly wash his hair in several days and rinsing his head under the hospital bathroom's faucet wasn't working very well. At least if he went to stay with the swordsman for a few days he had the remote possibility of finally getting to take a proper shower, an idea which was tempting him to be inclined towards abandoning his previous stubborn refusals and accepting Zoro's offer. It would only be a few days at most, he could just sleep on the couch and be off on his way to his own apartment later. His eyes shifted from the sheets to Zoro's eye, caught off guard for a fraction of a second when their eyes met, blue and grey locked in an intense stare as Sanji responded.
"Fine, you know what? Since you've so generously offered, I'll just be in your hair for a little while until I can get my apartment cleaned and repainted, but don't think this means I'm just going to sit around and be constantly watched over." He paused, his hands absently reaching for his chest pocket before remembering he wasn't in his usual suit and tie and that Chopper had confiscated his cigarettes earlier, yelling at him about how hospital policies forbade smoking. His gaze flickered over to the swordsman, eyes as he continued.
"I presume your apartment is smoker friendly..?
Sorry this chapter is so short, my original idea for this chapter turned out to be waaaay too long so I decided to break it apart. Next chapter will be a good bit longer than this one so stay tuned! I look forward to your reviews and opinions :)