Sanji really would have kicked his ass had he stayed there long enough for him to do it. What the hell was he trying to pull? Was he making fun of him?
“You shit-head!” Sanji cursed, scrubbing the place where Zoro had kissed. “Dinner will be done soon, so I’ll kick your stupid ass later!” He yelled after him, “You can’t avoid it forever!”
He was already gone, though, leaving Sanji alone in the kitchen with his own embarrassment, and dinner to prepare. He knew the rest of the crew would be returning soon, so he had to keep to his schedule, but...still.
“Was that idiot...flirting with me?” He mused aloud, prepping the ingredients at the stove. But he must have passed at least 20 minutes in the same position, just as confused as he was before. When he heard the sound of everyone arriving and making their way towards the galley, he rushed to serve the meals up, just as they all began to pour single-file into the kitchen and seating themselves at the dinner table. He noted Zoro was not with them...so he (against his better judgement) opted to take his meal to him. He sat it down on the table beside him as he worked out, pout as prominent as ever.
“Here’s your meal. Try not to choke on it, muscle-head.”
