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It had been over a week since that awkward almost-kiss had happened and Sanji was annoyed that he'd let such an opportunity slip through his fingers. He'd been trying to catch Zoro for days now delivering the post but it seemed that the man had either changed his postal route or his shift times. It truly seemed like that bird had flown, Zoro didn't want to be a part of his life like that. C'est la Vie and all that shit he supposed.

Sanji stared up at the ceiling as he lay in bed, watching the morning sunlight creep in through a gap in the curtains. After all, he'd barely even known Zoro... So why was Sanji missing him? He put it down to how much delight he got out of riling the ridiculous postman up and yawned lazily, stretching his arms out across the empty spaces either side of his double bed. 'I would have liked to have bedded Zoro' the thought crossed Sanji's mind and he sat up. Time to get ready for work.

As he dried off from the shower he wondered if he should get a dog. It would be nice to have some company around the house and maybe he could train it to bark whenever the mossy postman came to the door. Sanji liked that idea. Yes. A dog would be lovely. He made a mental note to take a look at the local shelter in town and fumbled around for an extra towel for his hair, sighing heavily when he remembered the spare clean towels were downstairs in the basket. He padded down to the hallway on the bottom floor, using the corner of the towel wrapped around his body to wipe the water away from his eyes as his soaking hair dripped onto his lashes.

There was suddenly a knock on the door. Sanji looked at the door and then down at the towel around him. The door knocked again. Crap.

"One minute!" Sanji yelled and ensured the towel was pulled tight. If he kept his body behind the door and leaned his head around then he'll at least save himself some dignity. Another rap of knuckles against the door. "Okay, okay!"

He pushed down the handle and hid his body behind the large door, peeking around and instantly wanting to die inside.

"Zoro?"

The postman was stood on the doorstep looking a little flustered and the bridge of his slightly crooked nose deepened red when his eyes wandered down to Sanji's bare freckled shoulders and the small part of his chest that was visible from around the door. The poor postman looked like a deer in headlights and he clearly hadn't been expecting Sanji to answer the door half naked. Sanji was a little shocked himself but he saw the opportunity here and seized it. He put on a charming smile, "Hello, Mr. Postman." He had to hold in a laugh at Zoro's expression and winked, "Have you come to give me something?"

He didn't care if Zoro wasn't interested; it was just too damn funny to wind the man up. Hearing that seemed to jolt Zoro into action and he fidgeted with his shoulder bag before handing over a poorly wrapped soft looking brown paper parcel.

"For you." Zoro all but blurted and he'd barely let the package touch Sanji's outstretched hands before he took off down the road, leaving Sanji stunned.

"Hey wait! What is it? I didn't..." But Zoro was already gone and no way was Sanji going to run after him in nothing but a towel. He shut the door reluctantly and looked down at the parcel, "I didn't order anything." He muttered to himself.

The package was soft in his hands and he slipped his fingers under the folds, tearing off the paper smoothly and out tumbled the towel he'd let Zoro borrow that day they almost kissed, freshly washed and dried and folded hurriedly. He smiled and rolled it out, intending to wipe his wet hair with it. It smelled nice, warm, comforting even. Had Zoro really been that nervous about giving him a towel back?

There was a little scuffing sound and Sanji looked down as he began to dry his hair at the small piece of card that had fallen to the floor. He leaned down and scooped it up, turning it over where the some of most awful handwriting he'd ever seen was spewed into his vision. But he smiled, laughed even, at the message written on it:

'Thank you, stupid blondie.'

Hopefully he'd be seeing more of the postman again.