[ Once Zoro and Luffy are in the shower with him, he’s almost content to let the swordsman handle the task of soaping their captain up— but only almost, particularly when he catches that undercurrent of suspicion in Zoro’s eye. Rolling his back at the swordsmen in a fit of playful exasperation, he grabs another bar of soap, determined to make sure they give Luffy a good scrubbing first.
Taking advantage of his snacking seems like as good a plan as any, even when Nami adds a comment that almost makes him hesitate. Glancing over his shoulder at her, he winks, still grinning, shamelessly letting his eyes rake over her as he takes a step closer to Luffy. ]
Guess we better make it quick then, yeah?
[ There’s not much room in the shower— and he’s still half-looking in Nami’s direction— as he stands at an angle between Luffy’s side and back, curling an arm around him to gently soap up his chest and stomach, while Sanji’s other hand rests lightly on his opposite shoulder. ]
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Taking advantage of his snacking seems like as good a plan as any, even when Nami adds a comment that almost makes him hesitate. Glancing over his shoulder at her, he winks, still grinning, shamelessly letting his eyes rake over her as he takes a step closer to Luffy. ]
Guess we better make it quick then, yeah?
[ There’s not much room in the shower— and he’s still half-looking in Nami’s direction— as he stands at an angle between Luffy’s side and back, curling an arm around him to gently soap up his chest and stomach, while Sanji’s other hand rests lightly on his opposite shoulder. ]