A/N: One-hundred word challenge (I'm in a mood to write them
tonight). Implied shounen ai.
Sanji can smell cigarettes on himself, which is strange. He's
so used to the scent of the smoke that he very rarely notices
it. When he does it's usually because he's either deliberately
concentrating on it or trying to memorize something. Right now,
though, there's nothing to memorize, just the stupid swordsman
doing a kata of some kind with his swords.
The sun is setting. Sanji can smell sweat and sea salt and a
little blood too. Zoro has hurt himself again. That's nothing
new. It still pisses Sanji off.
"Oi, idiot," he snaps. "Come in and eat."
* fin *
. : burn it to the filter : .