Some drabbles. Disclaim, disclaim, disclaim. 100 words exactly. Post-separation.


He thought he was being subtle, that no one had noticed, and his arm would brush across Brook's elbow at dinner, or his hand would linger too long on Luffy's hatted head, or he would wake from naps closer to the sound of crewmates than when he fell asleep (and maybe that last wasn't only his fault).

But when he shifted his balance in the middle of battle and nearly knocked Sanji into Usopp, Luffy's Gear Second steam mixing with the smoke of the cigarette, the cook kicked him. "Damn marimo!" A benign attack; a reassurance. "We're not going anywhere."