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onepiece_300Title: Shall we dance?
Rating: PG
Media: Fic
Pairing/Characters: Franky/Robin, Chopper
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Dance
Franky was beginning to curse the day he'd decided entering the local island's dance competition was a super idea. Now, a day before, he was nothing but sore, miserable and hating Salsa dancing vehemently.
Robin had been telling him about the history of the dance as she used spare hands to direct his movement.
"It originated in South Blue," she said. "It's a dance meant to echo the deep passions between two lovers."
Franky resisted the urge to laugh at that, because having her lead him around with over fifty hands wasn't exactly romantic. And now, they were running out of time and he was still horrid at the blasted routine.
Chopper, who had been watching the two practice on the deck, suddenly started up from where he sat.
"Ah Franky! I have something that can make you dance perfect!"
Robin and Franky paused in their awkward choreography and exchanged a look as Chopper ran off.
"Any idea what he's up to?"
"No idea."
Moments later, the doctor returned holding a bottle that was clearly from the kitchen and not his infirmary.
"Franky, drink this!"
He caught the bottle as it sailed through the air into his outstretched hand; the label on it reading 'Extremely Spicy Salsa.'
"Super!" Franky exclaimed as he chugged down the contents.
His face went bright red, his ears started smoking and his hair slicked itself back. Turning suavely to Robin and yanking her flush against his torso, he murmured seductively.
"Tu amor me inspira, tu ternura me conmueve y tus besos me enloquecen. ¿Bailamos?"
Her momentary shock abating, Robin smirked and entwined her hand with his. "Sí."
Franky Salsa-ed perfectly, elaborately, and Robin had to admit when he kissed her, it definitely was passionate.
Breathing heavily at the end of the routine, Robin called out to Chopper.
"Please tell Sanji to make more Salsa. I think we're going to need it."
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Translations for the Spanish:
Tu amor me inspira, tu ternura me conmueve y tus besos me enloquecen: Your love inspires me, your tenderness touches me, and your kisses drive me crazy.
¿Bailamos?: Shall we dance?
Rating: PG
Media: Fic
Pairing/Characters: Franky/Robin, Chopper
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Dance
Franky was beginning to curse the day he'd decided entering the local island's dance competition was a super idea. Now, a day before, he was nothing but sore, miserable and hating Salsa dancing vehemently.
Robin had been telling him about the history of the dance as she used spare hands to direct his movement.
"It originated in South Blue," she said. "It's a dance meant to echo the deep passions between two lovers."
Franky resisted the urge to laugh at that, because having her lead him around with over fifty hands wasn't exactly romantic. And now, they were running out of time and he was still horrid at the blasted routine.
Chopper, who had been watching the two practice on the deck, suddenly started up from where he sat.
"Ah Franky! I have something that can make you dance perfect!"
Robin and Franky paused in their awkward choreography and exchanged a look as Chopper ran off.
"Any idea what he's up to?"
"No idea."
Moments later, the doctor returned holding a bottle that was clearly from the kitchen and not his infirmary.
"Franky, drink this!"
He caught the bottle as it sailed through the air into his outstretched hand; the label on it reading 'Extremely Spicy Salsa.'
"Super!" Franky exclaimed as he chugged down the contents.
His face went bright red, his ears started smoking and his hair slicked itself back. Turning suavely to Robin and yanking her flush against his torso, he murmured seductively.
"Tu amor me inspira, tu ternura me conmueve y tus besos me enloquecen. ¿Bailamos?"
Her momentary shock abating, Robin smirked and entwined her hand with his. "Sí."
Franky Salsa-ed perfectly, elaborately, and Robin had to admit when he kissed her, it definitely was passionate.
Breathing heavily at the end of the routine, Robin called out to Chopper.
"Please tell Sanji to make more Salsa. I think we're going to need it."
---------------------------
Translations for the Spanish:
Tu amor me inspira, tu ternura me conmueve y tus besos me enloquecen: Your love inspires me, your tenderness touches me, and your kisses drive me crazy.
¿Bailamos?: Shall we dance?
