( Zoro makes a face at the slippery comment — it would make sese, the man is made of rubber — but he doesn't always feel like it. In his limited experience, Luffy still feels perfectly human when he isn't stretching for one reason or another. Like warm flesh you can sink your hands or teeth into, not that he's thinking about that right now...
He starts washing his own shoulders while silently watching the way Sanji's hands roam Luffy's torso. If he's watching a little too closely, it's only because he's trying to see if the cook's hands are going to wander anywhere more interesting. He's maybe even hoping for it. He likes watching, as Sanji and Nami know.
But the part of him that's still competing with Sanji implores him to act, too. This is how Luffy finds a second set of hands on his body, Zoro's calloused palms lathering soap along his back and shoulders from where he's standing at his captain's flank. )
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He starts washing his own shoulders while silently watching the way Sanji's hands roam Luffy's torso. If he's watching a little too closely, it's only because he's trying to see if the cook's hands are going to wander anywhere more interesting. He's maybe even hoping for it. He likes watching, as Sanji and Nami know.
But the part of him that's still competing with Sanji implores him to act, too. This is how Luffy finds a second set of hands on his body, Zoro's calloused palms lathering soap along his back and shoulders from where he's standing at his captain's flank. )