Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Franky. Stop that incessant tapping. If you aren't here for breakfast, then get out. Robin-chwan~ please enjoy! I poured all my love into it for you"

Tch.

The soft clink of ceramic colliding with wood resounded in Franky's ear louder than any drum.

It was well into the break of dawn and as always, being the early risers of the group, Franky, Robin and the curly brow cook were huddled in the kitchen going about their daily routine; Curly cook…well cooking, Robin about to consume today's first dose of coffee, and Franky; scowling at the wall in mild annoyance. Why?

"Oh my. How wonderful."

That's why.

Sanji had taken to something he liked to call Coffee: The Art of my Love. Day by day, the cook would come up with these elaborate and very intricate designs of cream and browns, ranging from bouquet of flowers to galaxy of stars, to scenic mountains and waterfalls, even going as far to recreate a portrait of the woman herself. You name it, he's done it.

They were amazing, and Franky hated it.

But what Franky hated the most, what ticked him off the most, was knowing the fact that Robin's first smile of the day would, without fail, belong to something that wasn't him. And that was something he just couldn't stand.

"It's beautiful as always, ."

It was fireworks this time.

"Ah, but it all but pales against your radiant smile Robin-chwa-,"

Screeeeeeeeeeeeccccchhhh. SLAM.

"Franky?"

"What the hell's his problem?"

Hmm…

The Next Morning

Ever since his little outbreak the morning previous, Robin had not seen the cyborg since. It would seem he had taken to his workshop, refusing to come out even when it came the time for lunch and dinner. Though this was strange for him, this would not be the first such an occurrence has happened and concluded he was just overzealous in a new invention - besides it wasn't like he really needed to eat anyway considering all he consumed was his trademark drink. However, stranger still, he refused all visitors, even turning away Ussop with whom he often shared the workshop with. It was very curious for one as boisterous and exuberant as Franky.

Nevertheless, it was a new day and Robin thought she need not dwell too much on it, it was already 5:30 in the morning and she was ready for her cup of coffee.

Approaching the galley, the archaeologist caught the quiet rustling and bustling of Sanji's early morning preparations.

CRASH

"Ahh-ow-ow-ow-ow."

Franky?

Profusely muddled, Robin opened the door and stepped into the kitchen, staring at what she could only describe as a deer in the headlight.

Frantically flailing an arm in a 'you can't see anything motion' Franky stood, mumbling incoherent words which Robin partially decoded as 'too early' and 'nooooooo'.

"Franky, what are you doing?"

He was kneeled over in front of the kitchen stove, a pot of freshly brewed coffee neatly spilled all over the floor, his thumb snuggly in mouth.

His eye's glistened sadly and he pouted slightly.

"You weren't meant to come until at least another 10 minutes."

"And might I ask why?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Tch." The large man looked away embarrassedly, fingers twiddling in a roundabout motion. "I wanted to make you coffee…"

The sound of her giggles brought his eyes once again in her direction, and they soften almost immediately at the sight. She was slightly hunched over, hand fisted over mouth and eyes crinkled and bright. Franky couldn't help but smile a little too.

"Give me 5 minutes."

After five minutes were up, she was made to close her eyes. With the accustomed clink of a cup, she felt the cool metal of his large hands cover her own warm ones.

"One…" he began, "Two…"

"Three," she opened her eyes and her heart melted. Perhaps literally.

In front of her sat a cup of Franky's coffee, a very clumsily made heart decorated right in the middle.