Soft
Frobin Summer 2018 Prompt: Camping Vacation @frobinfandays
Robin slid the marshmallow off the stick, capturing it between two cookies and the piece of chocolate. She looked over at Franky, chomping down on his third chocolate-only sandwich.
“You’re sure you don’t want a marshmallow?” she said, tilting her head and smiling. “Sanji made them, you know.”
“He made them for you, you mean,” Franky said.
“And everyone else.”
“Anyway, no, I don’t like marshmallows,” Franky said, finishing off his treat. He held out his hands, warming them by the fire. “They’re too soft.”
“But hamburgers are soft.” Robin squished the marshmallow between the cookies and took a bite, saying through the dessert, “Fries are, too.”
“Not if you make them the right way! Fries should be crispy, and hamburger meat should be crispy around the edges.” Franky turned himself around to lie down on the log. “Hamburgers also need lettuce and pickles for extra crunch. Maybe some onion, too.”
When Robin didn’t answer, he looked over at her and saw her smiling at him.
“Wh---What?” he said, sitting up.
“I’m amazed you don’t like soft things,” she said, returning to her sandwich. “You’re such a softie yourself.”
“Hey!” he exclaimed, holding out his hands. “What about this iron body says soft?! I’m a rough-and-tough gang leader! And I don’t dislike all soft things, you know? I mean, I like---”
He cut himself off, curling his arms in on himself and looking away.
“You like what?” Robin said, finishing her sandwich and wiping away crumbs around her mouth.
“Don’t take it the wrong way,” Franky mumbled, lowering his sunglasses onto his eyes. “You’re an amazing fighter and you don’t take shit from anyone. But, you know---when you’re not fighting, when you’re reading or eating or sleeping---you’re---soft.”
Robin stood and crossed her arms. Before Franky knew it, hands were covering his eyes, and he reached up, trying to bat them away. He stopped only when he sensed Robin settling down in front of him. The hands vanished, and Robin leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
“See,” she said, patting his chin. “You’re soft.”
