[ Sanji's hand is confident moving smoothly down the expanse of his chest and along his ribs. It's a nice feeling, a warm feeling, as the handful of calluses and cuts tickle the fine hairs covering his belly. He uses his own body roughly, so a gentle touch is novel. Amusing.
Even surrounded by the steam from the showers, his skin breaks out in goosebumps from the touch, and the next pair of hands that follow the curve of his spine. All of them are warm and hard-worn. Luffy leans into Zoro, tipping his head back against his shoulder with a soft laugh and eyes closed. It doesn't take long for the water to soak his curly hair flat. ]
What show? [ Nami draws his attention back, taking a peek at this "show" they are supposed to be playing out. Do the rest of the guys know about this? No one gave him a heads up. ]
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Even surrounded by the steam from the showers, his skin breaks out in goosebumps from the touch, and the next pair of hands that follow the curve of his spine. All of them are warm and hard-worn. Luffy leans into Zoro, tipping his head back against his shoulder with a soft laugh and eyes closed. It doesn't take long for the water to soak his curly hair flat. ]
What show? [ Nami draws his attention back, taking a peek at this "show" they are supposed to be playing out. Do the rest of the guys know about this? No one gave him a heads up. ]