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Like I’d let you drive my bike.

You can be pressed up against me while 𝘐 drive.

[A soft grin spread across his lips as he nodded, glad that she enjoyed it.]

Good. Now, what d’ya want to drink?

[Chocolate hues only left her for a moment as he stepped back to the counter to pick up the bowl of fruit and return to set it fork beside her.] Don’t really get that cold, ‘specially at home.

Guess not. I ain’t ever been interested in sports like that but know people who are.

Eh, well seems we both had our assumptions.

Leaves a fancy baby blue box for @chefkicks.bsky.social with cheesecake inside.

I did, but didn’t stay long enough for it to matter. Dropped out and went to vocational school.

Well…

Sends a gift to @chefkicks.bsky.social’s home, with a note attached:

𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

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I would. What’s it to ya?

Up from his spot on the couch, he set his beer aside and turned firm the television. He scratched the back of his neck as he peered out the window to make sure it was her before unlocking the door.

“Hey, beautiful.”

He opened the door for her and stepped aside.

Yeah, well, you’re hot okay?

You could ride in front of me, tuck your skirt against the bike.

Nighttime ride sounds fun.

Hmph. Well, how’s the toast?

[Setting a plate down for her, he shoveled a piece of toast into his mouth] So? Ain’t got a need for one if I’m around the house.

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Tossing on his jacket, earbuds in, going out for a run.

I can make toast, good grief.

Yeah, it bother ya that much?

Tucking his phone away, a soft smile grew upon his lips as he saw the bag of food. Damn, that would definitely help out.

“Hell yeah.”

Taking them from Sanji, he gave him a nod. “Thanks, man. I know they’ll appreciate it.”

We can still have a nice dinner, curls.

Hmmm…need to figure out something for dress days.

Better than the last song, huh?

Alright, I’ll be waiting.

‘Ey @chefkicks.bsky.social,

Cut up some fruit and made toast, if ya want some.

Giving him a nod, he leaned back against the brick wall and tucked his foot up against it.

“Thanks man, I’ll wait here.”

He tugged his phone from his pocket, scrolling through it to keep himself busy while Sanji worked.

Adjusting his ball shorts as he bent down, Zoro shook the green pen in his hand to mix it up, causing the muscles in his forearms to ripple beneath tanned skin. He lifted it to his mouth, teeth grasping the cap to pull it off as he leaned in to start filling in the scratches on his motorcycle.

“Anything you can make that would last a few days would work. They ain’t gonna be picky.”

If it was anything he could count on Sanji for, it was to cook for someone in need, even if Zoro couldn’t give him the details.

Moss colored brows creased as he turned his head to take a whiff of himself. He shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Wanted to see if ya had any extra food. Know someone who needs it.”

Well ya smell like a damn smoke stack. It’s hard ta’ miss.