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[voice, mostly] and always action to Straw Hats

Out of curiosity, has anybody figured out a...I don't know, an antidote or something to protect people from losing their damn minds every other month? By now I've seen enough bizarre behavior, it'd be nice to find some kind of immunity to that.

...not that we can predict when it happens.

Which reminds me. Ace, you ever send Luffy something like that again and I'll come over there next. You don't want me to come over there.

[some time later, he adds, scrawled on the bottom of the page as if he forgot that he can't write notes to himself on this journal...]

Needs more treasure. I need those weights.

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[he's stony and quiet for a bit. He can understand, at least. Loss of control is not something he enjoys either, and the worse the loss, the more disconcerting it is.]

There has to be a way to prevent it. Or counter-act it. Whatever causes it may think it's funny but it's one step to the side of being possessed to kill your crew.

[Looks down, pulling out a new cigarette and focusing on lighting it rather than saying anything for a moment.]

...Yeah. Though, guess I'd take the eternal embarrassment over that again any day.

[Sighs. Yeah, him too.]

It's hard to look after the crew when all of us are vulnerable to something we can't control. Embarrassing or not, it still means something is more powerful than we are. I don't like it.

Just means we gotta keep a sharp mind when we can and maybe try to work out if there's a damn pattern or something, because I don't know how much luck we'll have hoping to prevent it altogether.

[His forehead creases as he takes a drag.]

And I guess we gotta trust that the others can take care of themselves if things go south... Much as I'd like to just kick this shitty something in the face, we don't know exactly what or where it is so that ain't gonna happen. Yet.

[grumbling.] It's so much easier when you can identify the thing you have to destroy in order to bring everything back to normal.

[he just wants to cut it to pieces so they can go on with their lives]

[Just kinda nods in agreement, looking grumpy himself.]

Eh, well. If you wanna look for a silver lining or some shit, at least it's all been temporary so far... Right, marimo-chwan?

[hurk!] I TOLD YOU NOT TO EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN!

[Grins a little, looking amused.]

Marimo-kun, then?

Dartboard-eyebrow.

[two can play this game]

[Huffs and crosses his arms, raising said dartboard-eyebrow.]

Shitty cactus plant.

Pervert.

[SCOWL.]

Old maid.

[scowls back]

Princess of idiots.

Quit it with the princess shit, asshole!

[...Damn.]

I mean— Stupid directionless brainless sexless swordsman!

[GTJKAHDLKJHADHF!]

Stupid damn shit cook with his brain in his pants!

[getting right into Sanji's face with that one]

[Gets in his face right back!!]

EXCUSE ME FOR BEING FUCKING NORMAL FOR MY AGE. Not all of us can just sit around polishing our damn swords forever!

[yes. Polishing swords. Yes.]

Normal? You're the opposite of normal! You're un-normal!

[...okay that one didn't come out right]

I'm un-normal?! The hell I am! YOU'RE un—

[Realizes all at once just how up in Zoro's personal space he is actually is and pulls back sharply, hands clenched by his sides. He's breathing harder than is really necessary considering they're just shouting at each other, and he tries to cover it with a scoff.]

...That isn't even a shitty word! [There's a beat, and then for good measure:] Dumbass.

[he doesn't even realize until Sanji jerks back that they've been nose-to-nose way too long. But shouting at him feels so good, so right, like everything really is back to normal.]

Jerkface.

[okay he can do way better than that]

[Snorts.]

Tch. Weak.

[Fans absently at his face. What, it's warm suddenly.]

I thought that was you.

[peering] What's the matter?

[Glowers.]

You thought wrong.

[Then he blinks.]

Hah?

[Notices what he's doing suddenly.

Pauses.

...Forces his hand down somewhat awkwardly and clears his throat.]

S'nothing. Just hot.

Don't get all worked up just yelling at me. You'll hurt yourself.

[folding his arms again, feeling all smug]

[Annoyed that he looks all smug! ...But also feeling weirdly off balance for some reason.]

Oh, shut up. I'm not worked up.

[Shoulders past him toward the galley door, jerking his tie loose as he goes.]

I just need a damn drink.

[funny, that's what he was coming up here for in the first place. Which means he totally follows.]

There should be plenty of sake since I spent a whole day avoiding it.

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