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﹝𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 - 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔...﹞

The morning sun had just begun its daily ascent over the calm seas surrounding the Thousand Sunny. Its warm, golden rays streamed gently through the portholes of the men's quarters, rousing its slumbering occupants from the realm of dreams. Well, most of its occupants at least.

A particularly restless soul could still be heard stirring beneath a cocoon of blankets within his assigned chambers In his quarters, bedroom a voluminous white blanket stirred irritably in Roronoa Zoro's muscular build, as the cackling alarm clock screeched incessantly on his bedside table. Zoro famed grumbled in annoyance as the insistent crooning of his bedside timepiece shattered the last vestiges of sleep clinging stubbornly BONG BONG BONG! to his consciousness.

With a rumble akin to distant thunder, a well-muscled arm emerged to deliver a silencing blow that reduced the offending object to a clutter of broken tin and twisted clockwork. Grinding metal fragments into the woodgrain.

“Tch Damn thing,” Zoro muttered drowsily, reluctantly emerging from the cocoon of comforters just enough to glimpse the aftermath of his attack and neck, his green hair stuck up wildly in every direction like a sea urchin. he yawned into the welcome stillness that followed. Though the hour was later than his usual rising, he felt scarcely renewed by his repose. Re-sheathing his arm beneath the covers, the worn warrior longed for but a few hours more respite. Alas, it seemed the day’s duties would not be so graciously postponed. A polite rapping arrived at the cabin door, followed by a familiar chain-smoking tenor.

“Getting lazy again, Marimo?” Sanji's muffled query teased through the barrier. And rapped sharply in the door, he imagines the swordsman all cozy and snug like a hibernating bear in his winter den. He can hear shuffling from within followed by a grunted reply. “It’s half-past six already. Did that ancient sword-block of yours finally rust into slumber beyond waking?”

With a put-upon sigh, Zoro dragged a palm down his scarred features, scrubbing away the last vestiges of sleep. “Tch, not all of us can function on three hours of sleep, Dartbrow. A man's gotta rest if he's gonna train hard all day.” he retorted, clutching the woolen shroud tighter about his bare torso as he sat up. The cook’s jibes were usually irritating but harmless enough. Aside from a few obligatory barbs, their morning ritual possessed an affection borne of camaraderie strengthened through countless perils braved side by side.

An impatient tap of Sanji's sensible dress shoe punctuated his retort. "Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that. If I didn't know better I'd swear you were part bear, the way you hibernate all winter long."

At that, Zoro couldn't help but smirk, mentally picturing the cook's likely steaming expression. "And if I didn't know better I'd say you were part mother hen, clucking around the nest like you do. Always fussing over the kids' every need. I'm surprised you don't lay eggs too."

His jibe was met with an indignant click of Sanji’s tongue from outside. "Tch, better a mother hen than a lazy mossball. At least I pull my weight around here. Don't make me drag you out, I swear to God..."

"Alright alright, I'm coming," Zoro relented with a defeated sigh. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the blanket falling away to reveal chiseled abs and scar tissue aplenty across his well-toned torso. "Keep your panties on, cook. Wouldn't want to strain that dainty figure of yours."

Sanji let an amused huff of smoke escape his lips from his wisping cigarette. “Well, don’t let that green moss grow too deep, lawn-head. Breakfast will be done soon, and Nami-swan requested your presence abovedecks before we reach port.” A clattering in the galley indicated the promised meal’s imminent completion. “So get those lazy bones moving. I’ll not have you missing out on my cooking and upsetting the ladies.”

With that parting quip, footsteps retreated down the corridor, leaving only the savory smells wafting through the air vents to motivate the sluggish swordsman. Grunting, Zoro flung aside his shroud and began the laborious process of readying himself for the day ahead. Though he groused at Sanji's prodding, some small part of him welcomed the routine companionship of the cook's jeers...not that he would ever admit such sentimental nonsense aloud, of course. Duty called, as did his voracious appetite. It was time to rejoin his nakama and embark upon whatever marvels awaited in the days to come,

· 𝐂 ָ ۫ Closing Statement!✦ :

Thank you for reading. I'm happy to announce that our story will move forward with chapter two at our next session. Please stay tuned for future developments.

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