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Another island with nothing to fight. I swear, this world is making me soft.

What're the most dangerous places everybody's been to, around here? I know about the place with the giant spiders but there's some reason we're not supposed to go back there. I don't remember why, but oh well. So what else is there? What's the worst place of all?

...Luffy wants adventure, but I want a challenge.

[Straw Hats may find him hanging around on deck with his journal and a fishing pole, looking a little indistinct in the direct sunlight. And restless. Too antsy to even fish properly.]

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[He can't reach much with his hand, so he stretches out a leg instead, nudging the toolbox aside because he thought he saw something just behind it -- there! The fucking saw, finally. He slides it back towards them with his foot, then elbows Zoro in the back.]

There. Fuckin' bossypants.

[Will just hurl new insults at him every time he speaks, apparently.]

[huffs at him. Something about this feels vaguely familiar - not the being tied up, the arguing and insulting. He can't place it, though.]

Tip it up, and then hold on while I run the ropes against it.

[yep, if anyone has to dangerously run their wrists or arm near the teeth of the saw, it'll be him.]

[Certainly won't be Sanji, he's not about to risk any sort of injuries happening anywhere near his hands, minor or not. So he does as told, tipping the saw up and letting Zoro do his thing.]

Long as you don't try cutting off one of your shitty limbs again.

[he hesitates for a moment]

...you know about that.

[no time to ponder. Zoro shakes it off and leans to draw the rope across the saw. Thankfully, it's very quick work. His swords would have been quicker, but it only takes a couple minutes to saw through the rope enough. Once he can feel it give, he moves very fast, thrusting out his arms and tearing the rope away so they can get away from each other.]

Ugh, finally! That idiot.

I know about everything!

[Explodes a little as Zoro works.]

I was there for it, you fucking shithead, all of it, ever since you went to the Baratie! Hell, I saw shit there most of the others didn't! Saw you get your ass handed to you by Mihawk, then we fought Arlong and those other shitty fish, and -- we've fought together a lot! Who the hell do you think you were teamed up with during that Davy Back thing?!

[The second they're free, he rises up onto his knees and whirls around to face Zoro. He's still tangled in the rope a bit, since he can't be bothered to shake it all off right now, but he gets his hands free, at least, and absently rubs one of his wrists as he keeps yelling.]

I even know about Kuma, alright, I don't even know if Luffy knows about that! And Kuina, I know about her, and I know because you told me! WHY DON'T YOU REMEMBER ME??!

[he bristles a bit at the outburst, but once they're free and standing apart, trying to pull rope away, Zoro finally stops and stares at the shadowy figure across from him.]

I told you about...? How? Why? I never told anybody about that! [and then his brain takes a step back] How do you know about Kuma? Nobody knew. They were all out cold...

[he can't remember giving anyone a kidney-punch to stop them from sacrificing themselves for him. But there's a bit of misty shadow around that, too. Was somebody awake? Did someone witness his deal with Kuma? And who did he team up with at the Davy Back fight?

Racking his brain about those incidents, trying to envision Long Ring Long Land and Arlong Park, Little Garden, all the places he's been, leaves Zoro with even more huge, dark, blank areas in his memory. It's enough to practically give him vertigo, and he reels back a step or two, rubbing his head with both hands.]

I don't...know...

How? You fucking opened your mouth and talked to me, that's how. We do that sometimes, you and me. In between—other shit. We do a lot, more since we came here, you're my—

[...Well, his something. Actually, he doesn't know what to call Zoro, he hasn't really thought about it in those kind of terms. Whatever he is, he's someone important and Sanji hates that Zoro can't remember. Even knowing that this is probably temporary, that it'll likely pass in a few days.

He deflates some, ducking his head so that his hair falls into his face and covers both eyes, before shoving himself to his feet and brushing himself off just to have something to do.]

Never mind. It doesn't matter how I know about any of that, you won't have any fucking clue what I'm talking about.

[growling under his breath, Zoro peels away the rest of the ropes and throws them to the floor with as much ferocity as ropes can take. It's rather ineffectual, they just flop onto the floor of the hold.]

I don't, even though it's weird that you actually know about anything. About me. If the others are right and something's taken my memories, I don't know what the hell you want me to do about it. [then, more adamantly] I don't remember. And no amount of Luffy tying me to you is gonna make me remember.

[God. He feels sick. This will pass, dammit, he'll just keep telling himself that. Zoro will remember. Eventually.

Unless this is the one time it isn't temporary—

No.

Shut up, brain.

Sanji drags his hands over his face, pushing his hair back, and his tone is noticeably calmer when he speaks again. Maybe too calm, and too soft.]

I don't want you to do anything. That includes talking to me.

[Turns away, pushing the last bit of rope off his shoulder as he does, and starts feeling his way out.]

And stay out of the galley.

Fine by me.

[he doesn't want to talk to a shadow anyway. But for a moment he catches a shift of the mist, a glimpse of a spiral, and a weird feeling settles in his gut. But it passes, and Zoro shakes his head slowly.]

Whatever. I still gotta eat.

I didn't say I wouldn't feed you, dammit.

[Snaps at him, tossing a glare over his shoulder while he's at it. Shit, like he would ever.]

I just don't wanna be around you. Someone else can bring you a plate easy enough.

Fine. If you say so.

[huffs and folds his arms. He'll stay right there in the hold being grumpy until the strange cook-person leaves, in order to maintain this distance.]

I do say so.

[Snark snark grumble grumble snark.

He'll just stomp his way out, hands clenched into fists and hating everything about this.]

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