An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
as promised Post-Water7 Luffy POV fic!!
Summary:
With last strike that knocks a man unconscious Zoro is done and turns to him, and his face scrunches up in the way it sometimes does when Chopper falls asleep during after-dinner game night smashing his nose against the table and sending cards flying with soft snores, or when Nami comes back from shopping with little gifts for everyone, claiming it was just a bonus she got for her good looks. Or when Usopp would go and on about one of his special adventures till he got so tangled up in it he started sputtering with a tongue out and flailing around like a fish pulled out of water.
It’s the face he makes when he thinks something is cute.
Well, Luffy’s not. He’s just small at the moment, and will be normal in another, and is about to remark on that, but there are more shouts coming from the other side of the street—they can beat them too if they’re that eager, but then Luffy gets the idea that running away would be more fun than a repeat of this nothing-fight (anything would be, really), and so he sends Zoro a look— and his swordsman rolls his eyes but sheathes the swords anyway, and begins trotting in some direction of his choosing.
Getting lost with Zoro is always the best.
sooo it’s longer than i thought, and dunno if i like it enough, but meh, it’s finished
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