[ Thankfully, Sanji isn’t particularly busy when Weiss opts to send those photos— he’s only just returned to Nami’s suite from one of the many shopping centers with a bag of groceries and has been putting things away between messages. Mostly a few spices he’s starting to run low on, but there are a few other goods as well.
He’s almost completely done when his watch dings again and, deciding to finish what he’s doing first, it’s only once he’s put everything away in its proper place that he actually looks at the messages— and subsequent photos— that Weiss has sent. It’s a good thing she isn’t there (or is it???) to hear the way his breath catches and the subsequent quiet little groan that slips out as he swipes between the two pictures.
Maybe a moment or two has passed after she messaged him before he responds. ]
do i— yeah, yeah, of course i like what i see. shit, weiss. you look so damn good as a pussycat. it suits you. makes me wish i was there so i could show you just how good i think you look.
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He’s almost completely done when his watch dings again and, deciding to finish what he’s doing first, it’s only once he’s put everything away in its proper place that he actually looks at the messages— and subsequent photos— that Weiss has sent. It’s a good thing she isn’t there (or is it???) to hear the way his breath catches and the subsequent quiet little groan that slips out as he swipes between the two pictures.
Maybe a moment or two has passed after she messaged him before he responds. ]
do i— yeah, yeah, of course i like what i see. shit, weiss. you look so damn good as a pussycat. it suits you. makes me wish i was there so i could show you just how good i think you look.