[ it's been a plenty long day, but it's not like sanji has much to complain about since he'd been able to spend so much of it at nami's side, even enjoying those blissful moments where the idiot swordsman had disappeared, allowing him to enjoy the hours with her as its own specialty date — before finding zoro again had simply resulted in an endless exchange of arguing that soiled the entire affair.

his exhaustion is plenty too, finishing the last of his well-needed cigarette by the time they make it to the room and tossing it out just as they slip inside and take a good look at their situation. the moment he opens his mouth to speak, he feels the jab from a sword hilt, leaving him to stare daggers in the back of zoro's head. ]

And who the hell do you think you are, barking out demands? [ his voice is sour, each word sharp, unafraid to send his glare directly to zoro, no matter how much the other man seems to avoid looking in his direction.

when he turns back to nami, however, it's an instant transformation, expression softening, as he ignores zoro's question in favor of addressing her. ]

Nami, dear, the bed is all yours. Me and the shitbag over there can take the floor, no problem. In fact — [ the delicate tone of his voice gets abandoned again, the moment he turns his eyes back to zoro. ] If he wants to be such an arsehole, he can sleep outside where he belongs.