Ch. 1: A Clean Marimo is a Happy Marimo

A/N: Mmkay, so in my small break from Little Moments I got an idea (while looking at Marimo online) to make a Care Manual for Sanji. It's just basically short stories that are centered around things to care for real life Marimo. I wrote it in like under 45 minutes with no help from my editor so there's most likely six hundred mistakes. There's also probably like eighteen thousand of them around here but I like the idea and I'm going with it~

Anyway I hope you enjoy it!

It's important to make sure your Marimo is clean. A clean Marimo is a happy and healthy Marimo!

Sanji's eyes gently lifted off the page of his book and glided across the room to where Zoro lay on the couch. Was he clean? No. Was Zoro laying on his couch? Yes. Was he probably getting it all smelly with his post-workout grossness? Most definitely.

The blonde reached down and grabbed a cat toy and threw it at him. It hit Zoro in the face and he turned to look at him.

"What the hell was that for?" He asked, throwing the toy back at him.

Sanji caught it and tossed it back at him. "You need a shower." By now the cat had heard the sound of her toy being played with without her and came running.

"Screw you." Zoro threw it at Sanji, the cat watching intently. "I'll get one later."

"No," Sanji began. "You'll get one now." The cat jumped up onto the arm of Sanji's chair before Sanji threw it back at the green haired man.

"I'll get one," Zoro said tossing the toy back at him. "Later." The cat was anticipating it this time and readied to jump at it before Sanji pitched it across the room.

"You smell bad. Go get a shower."

By now the cat was fed up with her toy being tossed around and she jumped off the chair and meowed loudly.

"See?" Sanji stood, reaching down and scooping her up in his arms. "Even Isabelle agrees with me." He cooed at her.

"I'm pretty sure she just wants her toy." Zoro said standing up and walking over to where Sanji stood. He lifted his arm and shook the ball at her. She reached out to grab it before he threw it down on the floor. Isabelle turned her head to look at Sanji as if asking to be put down. When he complied she raced after where the ball had gone. "See?" he mocked with a smirk.

"Whatever." Sanji huffed. "It still doesn't change the fact you need a shower."

"Would it make the cook happy if I took a shower?" Zoro asked in a teasing tone.

"I think you'd be a lot happier if you took one." Sanji whacked him playfully on the arm.

"Fine." He scowled. "I'll go get a shower."

"Thank you." Sanji grinned triumphantly. Zoro leaned in to kiss him and he held his hand out to stop him. "No. Shower first. Then you can do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" Zoro raised his eyebrows.

"Are you deaf now, too?" Sanji asked, pushing him in the direction of the bathroom. "That's what I said! So use that as motivation and get you damn shower!"

"Should have said that earlier and I'd've been off the couch in two seconds." Zoro laughed and disappeared into the hallway.

Sanji sighed and shook his head. "And he calls me a pervert."