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Luffy looked at his sniper's back, already envisioning the amusement and mischief shining in those big chocolate eyes.
Looking back at his first-mate, the captain laughed loudly. Zoro was napping on deck, his eyelids painted in bright yellow colour while his mouth was made fuschia pink. Two red smudges sat on either side of his face, a poor imitation of a blush.
He looked ridiculous.
But, Luffy knows that the mistake was intentional, for his artistic sniper could turn Zoro (muscles and all) into someone that even Sanji would die for happily, if he put his mind to it.