“Mhmmm…sleep, curly…”

Rough fingers lifted to find purchase along her soft golden stands, playing with them softly as his eyes closed.
persistent fatigue clinging like a heavy shroud, sanji’s golden crown nudging against him is feeble at best.

”marimo...” slurred and verging on indistinguishable, the soft warmth of the blanket and familiar heat seeping from his body lulls her closer to the arms of slumber.

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