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Sanji glared at the newest photo on the Instagram of luffytheferret . It had already racked up close to 13,000 likes. It featured the eponymous Luffy the ferret, sticking its tongue out at the camera with a simple white background, a jaunty straw hat on his head. Sanji seethed.
He whistled, and his loyal Maine Coon came padding around the corner and leapt into Sanji’s lap.
“Hey sweetie pie,” Sanji said, patting Pedro’s soft orange fur. He had adopted Pedro from a shelter a year ago. The cat’s fur had been matted and brown, he had a piece missing from one of his ears, and one of his eyes was scarred from a fight with another alley cat that had brought him to the shelter in the first place.
“You’re a fighter, aren’t you?” Sanji had whispered to the cat who looked forlornly at him. After Sanji took him to the vet and then to the groomers, he was astonished to find that Pedro was a solid red Maine Coon, a particularly rare coloring, and was both adventurous and loyal, wanting to go with Sanji wherever he went and never straying more than a few feet away.
Sanji clicked to the Instagram he had created for his beloved cat, very simply named “Pedro.” He took Pedro with him on his trips around the country. The first time he took a photo of Pedro lying on his van in the sun and uploaded it to his personal Instagram, it had gotten hundreds of likes and a few direct messages from brands wanting him to advertise their outdoor products with Pedro. Sanji had taken the advice of his more social media savvy friend and created an Instagram for his pet, documenting his trips with his loyal companion.
“Look at how handsome you are,” Sanji said, checking the number of likes for the photo he had uploaded yesterday of Pedro peering up at the light shining through the canopy of trees above. 11,000. How did his beautiful cat have fewer likes than a rat?
He went back to luffytheferret and glared at the creature. He knew why this rodent had more followers and likes than his beloved and perfect Pedro. It was its owner, a green-haired muscular Adonis of a man who often took photos with Luffy wrapped around his bicep or perched on his hair. Sanji opened one of the photos of the owner feeding a grape to Luffy while shirtless. He seethed some more.
“Come on, Pedro, let’s go for a walk,” Sanji said, gathering Pedro up in his arms and looking around for his shoes. It was the beginning of fall, which meant he would soon be able to capitalize on photos of Pedro romping through fallen leaves that matched his coloring. He sighed, watching Pedro happily zoom around his legs once they had made it outside. Maybe he should put himself in more of the photos. He was often in them, but bundled up in hiking gear, his face always obscured in some way by sunglasses or scarves.
His phone dinged, and he looked at it absentmindedly. It was a direct message request. He opened it, expecting it to be some annoying message from Purina Foods. He froze, staring at the message from the account of luffytheferret . He opened it and read: Hey, saw your recent post at the Rimrocks. Are you in the Billings area?
Sanji stared at it. Pedro had noticed his distress and was now curving between Sanji’s legs, glancing up at him.
“I’m okay, Pedro,” Sanji said, trying to decide what to do. It couldn’t hurt to reply. It was a harmless enough question.
Pedro: Hey, yeah! Based in Billings, but I travel a lot.
Luffytheferret: I can tell that. I’m actually in Billings too.
Luffytheferret: hey, are you interested in doing a joint photoshoot?
Sanji contemplated this. It might be helpful for his follower count to tap into luffytheferret’s followers. He stared down at the messages and wondered who he was talking to. He suspected luffytheferret’s account was managed by a team of people who hired an attractive man to pretend to be the owner. But, in any event, it would be a good opportunity for Pedro.
Pedro: Sure, name the time and place!
Luffytheferret: Pioneer Park? Saturday at 11?
Pedro: Sounds good, I’m assuming I’ll be able to spot you as the only person carrying a ferret around.
Luffytheferret: I have green hair.
Sanji snorted. So luffytheferret’s account wasn’t managed by a team of suits at least.
Pedro: I’m aware, but we are going to a park, plenty of other green things.
Luffytheferret: I’ll be able to spot you from the mysterious side angle looking into the sun pose you like to do. You’ll have to go somewhere and hold the pose, or I won’t be able to find you.
Sanji flushed, both annoyed at a complete stranger making fun of him and slightly flattered that luffytheferret’s owner had apparently looked through his photos.
Pedro: Keep that up, and Pedro will refuse to work with you.
Luffytheferret: He does seem like a prissy cat.
Bristling on Pedro’s behalf, Sanji picked him up and marched back home. “He thinks he’s fucking funny,” Sanji muttered, “When he’s the one posing with a rodent.”
Luffytheferret: He is gorgeous though. Solid red Maine Coon, a rescue at that, can’t believe anybody would let that beauty go.
Pedro: How did you know Pedro is a rescue?
Luffytheferret: Clipped ear. He went through a TNR program.
Luffytheferret: Means he can’t make babies.
Pedro: I know what neuter means.
Luffytheferret: Oh and battle scars. Not really a domestic housecat kind of injury to get.
Pedro: He’s a brave, wonderful boy.
Luffytheferret: Uh oh, one of those pet owners who can hear no evil about their pet.
Pedro: You seem enamored with Luffy.
Luffytheferret: Nah, he’s a little shit. I love him, but he’s a slippery ball of nuisance. You’ll see, see you Saturday.
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On Saturday, Sanji drove to Pioneer Park with Pedro snoozing in his carrier. He had taken Pedro to the groomers the day before, intent on making sure Pedro had the best photos possible. When he parked, he grabbed his camera bag, treat bag, and put Pedro in his cat backpack and headed toward the entrance. He saw a shock of green hair and walked toward it, ready with a quick quip about the color.
Then, the man turned, and Sanji’s breath hitched. He was unfortunately just as attractive as his photographs. The man grinned and stuck out his hand, “Zoro.” Sanji put Pedro down and accepted the strong handshake, “Sanji.”
“You must be Pedro,” Zoro said, kneeling down to be eye-level with the cat, “You are very handsome.”
“Did Luffy not make it or…” Sanji said, looking around for a crate.
“He’s somewhere,” Zoro said, standing up. “Luffy, el capitan, where are you?” Moments later, something rocketed out of a nearby bush, causing Sanji to gasp and leap back, holding Pedro protectively behind him. He stared at the leaf-covered, mud-covered creature that climbed up Zoro’s leg and wrapped itself around Zoro’s arm like some weird slinky.
“Luffy, that’s Sanji and Pedro,” Zoro said. Luffy chittered at them, then immediately ran back down Zoro’s leg and shot toward Sanji, who stood stock still as Luffy clawed his way up, perched on his shoulder, and began nuzzling against Sanji’s cheek. He was very soft, and at least didn’t smell like anything worse than forest soil.
“I think Luff likes you,” Zoro said, grinning. Sanji smiled back and carefully put Pedro’s backpack on the ground before opening it. Luffy jumped down and immediately entered the backpack.
Zoro sprawled on the ground to see what was happening. Sanji did the same and saw Pedro tentatively throw out a paw, batting at Luffy’s nose. The ferret cooed and decided to interpret the action as a friendly one, inching closer and sniffing Pedro’s nose.
“Pedro can be a bit protective of his space,” Sanji said, watching for any distress from his pet. So far only curiosity.
“If Luffy gets beat up, that’s his own damn fault,” Zoro said, “Don’t worry about it.”
Pedro lifted a paw and carefully placed it on Luffy’s back, pinning him down. The ferret, seemingly boneless, slipped out of the grip immediately and curled up at Pedro’s side. Okay, he is pretty cute , Sanji admitted to himself. Pedro’s eyes flicked to Sanji, who gave him a reassuring smile. He huffed out a breath, and then settled down, tail wrapping around Luffy’s form.
“Fucking adorable,” Sanji murmured, taking his camera out and snapping a few photos. When he finished, Zoro inched closer and stuck his phone directly into the backpack to take pictures. Sanji frowned at the large bicep right in front of his face, “You use an iPhone camera for your pictures?”
“Works just fine,” Zoro said, pulling his hand out and nodding happily at the photo, “Can’t figure out how to work your fancy cameras anyway. Shall we take them out into the great outdoors?”
Sanji nodded, standing up and dusting himself off. At a command from Zoro, Luffy shot out of the backpack and climbed up to drape himself around Zoro’s neck. Pedro came out as well, surveying his surroundings carefully. “Hello handsome,” Zoro grinned. Pedro looked balefully up at Zoro and began grooming his face with a paw.
“Ouch,” Zoro said, laughing, “Okay, you’ve not warmed up to me yet.” He began walking toward the trailhead, and Sanji followed, strapping the backpack onto his back when Pedro seemed content with walking by him.
“There’s a small playground nearby that’s usually pretty quiet, might be a good place for photos,” Zoro called back behind him. Sanji giggled at the sight of Luffy sitting on his head, gripping onto Zoro’s hair as the ferret looked around. When they reached the playground, Zoro sat down on a bench. Luffy took this as a sign to shoot off and explore the ladders and slides.
“Go on, if you want, darling,” Sanji said to Pedro, sitting next to Zoro. Pedro walked away to investigate a nearby weed. Zoro seemed content with just watching Luffy repeatedly go up and down the slide, his claws digging into the old plastic.
The silence became uncomfortable after a while. Sanji cleared his throat. “How’d you get into all this?” Sanji asked.
“’m a vet,” Zoro said, “Somebody brought in Luff a few years ago, and I couldn’t find anybody to take him, so I kept him. My vet tech told me to give Instagram a try.”
“Seems like it worked out for you.”
Zoro shrugged, “Everything I get from luffytheferret goes to a no-kill shelter nearby. It’s a win-win. Little turd gets to go on adventures and dogs with heartworm can get treated and adopted.”
Sanji contemplated this information, having assumed Zoro’s account was mostly an exercise in ego.
“What do you do when you’re not traveling the world?” Zoro asked, glancing at him.
“Photographer,” Sanji said.
“So big fancy camera,” Zoro said.
“Big fancy camera,” Sanji nodded.
“Your photos of Pedro do look real professional,” Zoro said.
“Thanks, but now that I know you just use an iPhone, I wonder what the big deal is with DSLRs,” Sanji sighed.
“My vet tech edits them,” Zoro shrugged, “She usually sighs at what I bring to her and does some voodoo magic on them. She manages all the posting, does all the captions and stuff.”
“You do know that there are photos of you on Luffy’s Instagram, right?” Sanji asked.
“I know that,” Zoro laughed, “Nami insists on a few of what she calls ‘thirst traps’ a couple times a month. I don’t really care, if it helps bring in more money.”
Sanji flushed, trying not to think about how many times he had personally gone to view Zoro’s “thirst traps.”
He stood when he saw Pedro walking toward the playground. Luffy was crouching behind a pole. Pulling his camera out, Sanji zoomed in and began recording as Pedro walked past the pole, Luffy jumped onto him, and the two began play fighting. Sanji looked excitedly at the footage he had taken and turned to grin at Zoro, “Adorable.”
“Yup,” Zoro said, smiling back at Sanji.
“Are you not going to take any photos?” Sanji asked, curious as to why Zoro was being so relaxed.
“Huh?” Zoro said, “Oh right, photos.” He jogged over to Luffy and Pedro and snapped a few photos of them taking a break from rolling around in the dirt. Sanji sighed. He would have to give Pedro another bath tonight.
They followed their pets around for another half hour, stopping at benches periodically to chat about the places Sanji had visited recently and the animals Zoro had taken care of the past week. It was… nice, talking to Zoro, Sanji realized. Zoro clearly loved animals, getting Pedro to warm up to him faster than any other person had done. Pedro was usually very standoffish around anybody who was Not Sanji.
Eventually though, Luffy grew tired, finding a perch on Zoro’s head and kneading his hair before falling asleep in a puddle of sleek fur.
Sanji looked around for Pedro’s backpack. Pedro scampered over to him, and Sanji picked him up, burying his face in Pedro’s fur.
“Have fun, darling?” Sanji murmured as Pedro began purring loudly.
“Do you want me to take some photos of you and Pedro?” Zoro asked.
“Oh but the lighting isn’t good for my mysterious side angle looking into the sun pose,” Sanji said, grumpily recalling Zoro’s message.
“How about one where Pedro’s wonderful fans can see your face,” Zoro grinned, “Nami always says it’s good to personalize your photos a bit.” Sanji hesitated, then began to hand his camera to Zoro.
“No no,” Zoro said, “I don’t know how to work that contraption. I’ll take it with mine and send it to you.” Sanji nodded, arranging Pedro carefully in his arms and suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“What am I supposed to do?” Sanji asked.
“Just look at Pedro and do the nuzzling thing,” Zoro replied. Sanji did just that, feeling ridiculous until Pedro licked him on the tip of his nose and Sanji laughed at the sandpaper feeling. Zoro continued taking photos until finally, he turned and lifted the camera up, “And one collab photo.”
Sanji looked confused at the camera as Zoro smiled and put a peace sign above Luffy’s sleeping form on his head. Zoro was close, close enough for Sanji to smell his shampoo and see the laugh lines framing his eyes. Then, Zoro pulled away, chuckling at the photo he had just taken.
Art by Dorai!
“Don’t post that,” Sanji hissed.
“It’s cute,” Zoro grinned, “And I have no control, remember? Nami chooses which photos to post.”
“Delete it then,” Sanji glared.
“No can do, curly,” Zoro grinned, “Nami knows best. Shall we head back?”
Sanji nodded, putting Pedro in his cat backpack to rest on the walk back to the cars. He stood awkwardly in the parking lot as Zoro tossed Luffy into the backseat of the car, the ferret immediately curling up to sleep.
“Thanks for organizing this,” Sanji said lamely.
“Sure, curly,” Zoro nodded, fingers drumming on the door to his truck.
“Bye then,” Sanji said, quickly turning and hustling back to his car, apologizing to Pedro when his cat made a disgruntled huff at the sudden movement. Zoro was quick to pull out of the driveway, and Sanji headed home, pushing aside his self-dismay at not being able to ask for another joint shoot with Zoro and Luffy.
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Sanji gasped when he logged onto Instagram the morning after posting photos from Luffy and Pedro’s playdate. He had gained hundreds of followers. The photo of himself with Pedro that Zoro had taken was the most well-received, currently at 25,000 views. He scrolled through some of the comments, blushing at the more effusive ones. He then went to Zoro’s page and saw, to his horror, only one photo from their photoshoot, which was the selfie Zoro had taken at the last minute. Nami had edited it, adding filters, getting rid of the splotch of dirt on Zoro’s cheek that Sanji had been too awkward to point out, and adding a little straw hat to Luffy’s head. They looked good together, Sanji thought, and read through several dozen comments stating the same.
A direct message alert popped up on his screen.
luffytheferret: Told you people would like it.
Pedro: Uh huh
luffytheferret: Interested in doing that again?
Sanji put the phone down and took a deep breath. It would be… good for Pedro’s account, he told himself.
Pedro: Sure, I’m down.
luffytheferret: Can we switch to texts? Feels weird to talk to Pedro as Luffy. I’m at xxx-xxx-xxxx
Sanji added the number quickly to his phone and typed out a message.
Sanji: This is Sanji
Zoro: Hello, Not Pedro
Sanji: Not Luffy, how about Pekoms’?
Zoro: The ice cream shop for pets?
Sanji: They have human ice cream too if that’s what you’re worried about.
Zoro: Don’t like ice cream, but Luffy does, so I suppose we’re in. Tonight?
Sanji: Sure.
Zoro: Do you want to grab dinner before? There’s a good Greek place right by Pekoms’.
Sanji: Ah, I’m getting dinner with a friend tonight, next time!
Zoro: Cool, see you later.
Sanji went to stare at the photo of him and Zoro one more time on Luffy’s Instagram before putting his phone down to prepare for a day of work and then dinner with Usopp.
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“Cute photo of you and luffytheferret’s owner,” Usopp said as soon as they met.
“Stop stalking my Insta.”
“I wasn’t stalking yours, I was stalking his,” Usopp grinned, “You didn’t tell me you went on a date with Mr. Hot Green Hair Guy.”
“It wasn’t a date, it was a professional collaboration to the mutual benefit of both parties,” Sanji frowned.
“Sure, well, everybody on Instagram thinks it was a date.”
“Well, they’re wrong,” Sanji seethed.
“Are you going to do another professional collaboration to the mutual benefit of both parties again soon?” Usopp asked cheekily. Sanji didn’t answer, looking down at the menu.
“Wait, you are, aren’t you?” Usopp asked.
“After dinner, I’m meeting him at Pekoms’ at 8.” Sanji replied stiffly. He knew Usopp was waggling his eyebrows at him without having to look up and gritted his teeth.
“Seems like this professional collaboration could eventually turn into dates,” Usopp mused, “I mean all the best places to take your pets for play dates are basically the best date locations. You should take him to your secret place on the Rimrocks. That one photo of Pedro at sunset is still one of my favorites.”
“Maybe,” Sanji grunted, already thinking about watching the sunset on the cliffs with Zoro.
“You like him,” Usopp said accusingly.
Sanji didn’t answer, having already suspected the worst. He did like Zoro. The vet was charming and handsome and good with Pedro. Usopp reached over and hit him a few times on the arm. “You should have invited him to dinner before Pekoms’. Made it a casual thing. Let him know you’re interested in seeing him outside of your childrens’ play time.”
“He invited me to dinner, but I had plans with you,” Sanji said, looking up sharply.
Usopp groaned, then pointed a dramatic finger at Sanji. “Sanji, my dear friend, you’re an idiot, you should have canceled on me. This means he’s interested in you , you dumbass.”
“He was just being friendly,” Sanji said helplessly.
“Who reached out first?” Usopp asked.
“He did.”
“Who posted one photo, and it was of the two of you?”
“He did.”
“Who asked for the second outing?”
“...He did.”
“He’s trying his hardest and you aren’t even meeting him halfway,” Usopp said, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye, “I feel so bad for luffytheferret’s owner.”
“Zoro,” Sanji said, “His name is Zoro.”
Usopp looked down at his watch, “You know, it’s not too late. Maybe I came down with a cold. Maybe I forgot I had a doctors’ appointment. Maybe I just never showed up.”
“What, you want me to invite him to dinner now ?” Sanji asked, panicking slightly. Usopp pretended to cough a few times. “Oh no, I think I have pneumonia, I shouldn’t pass that along to you.”
“Usopp…”
“Text him,” Usopp demanded, and Sanji found himself pulling out his phone and texting Zoro.
Sanji: Friend canceled, are you still interested in dinner by any chance?
Zoro immediately answered.
Zoro: Yeah, where? Do they allow ferrets?
Sanji: 99.99999% of restaurants do not allow ferrets. But Carrot Moon? Does that work?
Zoro: I’ll be there in fifteen.
“He’s coming,” Sanji said, staring at his phone incredulously.
“Must have been waiting by his phone and everything,” Usopp said, standing up, “I’ll go order some takeout.”
“Let me get it for you,” Sanji said, feeling guilty about kicking his best friend out of his favorite restaurant.
“If you insist,” Usopp said, sitting back down with a grin.
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Zoro showed up to the restaurant twenty minutes later, muttering about finding the wrong entrance to the restaurant. Sanji stood awkwardly until Zoro gave him a half-hug and sat down.
“How’s Luffy?” Sanji asked, when Zoro picked up the menu and began looking through it.
“He was a nut today, I hope he calms down by the time I go pick him up for ice cream,” Zoro said, handing his phone to Sanji to scroll through blurry photos of Luffy. Sanji smiled at a video Zoro had taken a few hours ago of Luffy jumping across the bathroom straight into a trashcan, peeking his head out triumphantly. Sanji continued looking through the photos until he reached the selfie Zoro had taken of them yesterday and stopped, too shy to continue. He handed the photo back to Zoro who glanced at the image and smiled before putting his phone back in his pocket.
“How’s Pedro?” Zoro asked.
“Regal and beautiful and perfect,” Sanji replied.
“You do love that cat,” Zoro snorted.
“He’s the best cat in the world,” Sanji sniffed.
“Having met him and having dealt with many cats in my career, I would agree with that,” Zoro said, “If you ever need a vet for Pedro, bring him to me.”
“I’ll consider it,” Sanji said, “I’ll need to make sure your qualifications are up to snuff to take care of the world’s greatest cat.”
“I’m the world’s greatest vet,” Zoro grinned. He launched into a story about one of his clients’ repeat visits with their mastiff who developed a habit of eating area rugs, growing more and more animated as he talked about surgery techniques and best practices, his devotion to his patients shining through. Sanji smiled, sipping at his water. Maybe he would consider taking Pedro to Zoro.
When their drinks arrived, he surveyed the man across from him as he chugged half the glass of beer in one go. Surely there was something wrong with him that Sanji hadn’t seen yet. Maybe he chewed weirdly or was rude to waiters. Maybe he had an obsession with slasher films and collected swords to murder people in the dead of night.
By the time they finished dinner, Sanji hadn’t discovered anything dubious about Zoro and only found himself liking him more and more. When Carrot came around with the check, Sanji hurriedly put his card down and waved Zoro off.
“We can split,” Zoro said, hand still on his back pocket.
“No, you did me the favor of keeping me company when my friend couldn’t,” Sanji said, shaking his head, “My treat.”
“Then… next time, it’ll be my treat,” Zoro said, something hopeful in his eyes.
“Sure,” Sanji said, holding perhaps the same hope in his chest.
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Sanji sat in the courtyard of Pekoms’ Ice Cream with Pedro and Luffy. The ferret had on the most complex harness Sanji had ever seen. “He wriggles out of anything else,” Zoro had muttered when he handed Sanji the leash. He looked toward the shop and saw Zoro approaching, a huge grin on his face, hands full of dessert.
“French vanilla for curly, and whatever is in this pet ice cream stuff,” Zoro said, handing a cone to Sanji and putting a large bowl between Pedro and Luffy. He took Luffy’s leash and dragged him back from practically burying himself in the ice cream. “Share,” Zoro barked.
“Thanks, mosshead,” Sanji said, taking a few licks of his ice cream.
“That doesn’t count, by the way, as my treat,” Zoro said, “If you’re free some time this week, there’s a Japanese place off Main Street that does little sushi takeout for cats. Can I… can I take you there?”
Sanji watched Pedro licking the ice cream happily and smiled, “That sounds great, Pedro would appreciate that.” Zoro sat on the same side of the picnic table, but maintained his distance.
“Did you want photos?” Zoro asked, and this time it was Sanji’s turn to blink and remember why they were ostensibly getting ice cream. He pulled out his camera and snapped a few pictures of Pedro and Luffy sharing the bowl. Luffy’s face was covered in ice cream, Pedro immaculate, but they both looked so very content.
“Good that they get along,” Zoro said quietly.
“Otherwise we would have no reason to see each other,” Sanji joked.
Zoro quirked a small grin and nodded, “Right. No other reason.”
Sanji cleared his throat and said, “There’s a place on the Rimrocks that I like. It’s a bit hard to get to, bit of a scramble up the cliffs, but the views are great and the light at dusk is stunning on the mountains. At sunset, the valley looks like it’s on fire. I’ve camped up there a few times with Pedro. Might be fun, you know, for their next photoshoot.”
“Are you inviting me on an overnight camping trip, curly?” Zoro asked
“I’m inviting you and Luffy,” Sanji corrected, “And is camping too scary for you?”
“Nope, I love camping,” Zoro grinned. Sanji held his breath when Zoro slid closer to him.
“But can I just clarify something I’ve been wondering?” Zoro asked, voice low. Sanji gulped when Zoro leaned forward. “It’s not just an invitation for a photoshoot with our pets, is it?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” Sanji said. Zoro was now inches from Sanji’s face, eyes liquid gold as he looked for an answer to his question. After a moment of hesitation, Sanji sighed and gave it to him, closing the distance and touching his lips to Zoro’s. They were soft and warm. He felt Zoro smile, and then an even warmer hand was on his cheek, pulling him into a firmer kiss.
Then Zoro pulled back suddenly, hissing in pain, and Sanji saw Pedro with both claws dug into Zoro’s ankle.
Bursting into laughter, Sanji knelt by his cat, making reassuring noises as he tried to extract Pedro from Zoro.
“Thank you for saving me, my hero,” Sanji said when he managed to peel Pedro off, leaving behind angry red punctures and scratches.
Zoro grumbled and dabbed at the cuts with a wet paper towel. He glared at Luffy, who was on his back, stomach full, completely unaware of the attack on his owner.
“Sorry about that, mosshead. I don’t think Pedro likes you anymore,” Sanji giggled.
“Well the feeling is mutual,” Zoro glared. Pedro made discontented growling noises, and Sanji laughed, “Don’t be angry at Zoro, darling. He doesn’t mean me any harm.”
Zoro glared at Pedro, picking Luffy up, “I take back my previous statement that he’s the world’s greatest cat.” Pedro hissed, and Zoro responded by pointing Luffy at him like the ferret was a pistol.
“Let’s go home before you and Pedro actually get in a fight,” Sanji laughed. He stood and held out a hand. Zoro looked suspiciously at Pedro before taking it.
“Be honest, did you actually want to do a collab photoshoot with our pets when you DMed me?” Sanji asked.
“I wanted to meet you, curly. I’ve been stalking Pedro’s Instagram now for a while to try and catch more glimpses of you,” Zoro grinned, “Though getting 1,000 new followers was a nice perk.”
“1,000?” Sanji frowned, “How did you get that many more than me? We’re posting selfies on Pedro’s account from now on.”
“Okay, okay,” Zoro laughed, “Whatever makes you happy, curly.”
Sanji squeezed Zoro’s hand and smiled at the returning pressure. Zoro lifted their hands up and kissed the top of Sanji’s. Pedro lounged over Sanji’s shoulder and other than an annoyed flick of his tail, didn’t react. Happy indeed, Sanji thought, as he looked ahead to more dates, more photo shoots, more time spent with Zoro in the beautiful Montana mountains.