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@ifritjambe
thank you for your call. you've reached the shitty restaurant. can i take your order?
ifritjambe -- an independent blackleg sanji from one piece as loved by bunny. 32. PST.
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blink,,,,,,, blink,,,,,,,
Perospero roughly grabs the other by the chin, ❝ You're shaking. Are you afraid? ❞
the prince inhales sharply as the charlotte brother grips him by the chin. he keeps his arms at his sides, curling his hands into fists. he can feel the weight of the bombs there on his wrists, reminding him to BE GOOD. he grinds his teeth together, glaring at perospero. "no," he says, though he feels the tremor in his body, the twist of fear in his stomach.
“Need a light?” Perching on the back rail of the ship, @resolutepath makes a show of twisting his finger in the air and letting the flames dance along his flesh before he turns to Sanji and tips his head with a wide smile. The hours are late, and he really should be making a move, but it has been good to see the kind of people that Luffy has surrounded himself with; to understand how they work and learn how much they care for his kid brother. It’s the kind of crew he’d hoped Luffy would find, and it settles something in his chest knowing that there were people who cared around his sibling. “If you weren’t someone Luff’ was attached to, I might consider poaching you for my own crew. That’s some talent you have in the kitchen…” He’d relented to stay for a meal after subsequent offerings, and he’d been glad for it when he’d seen the quality of his dinner. Sure he’d had to wrestle with Luffy for his meat – nothing much changed there – but he’d been able to appreciate the good quality of the meal. “Where’d you learn a talent like that, huh?”
there is something about luffy's brother that ignites something in sanji's belly -- he can't quite name the feeling, but ace certainly makes him feel flustered. the cook blushes as he glances at the other, clearing his throat. he had been lost in thought about their current headaches in the adventure, and there is worry deep in his heart for vivi. alas, he had stepped outside for a moment of calm to smoke... but he can't say ace's company is unwelcome. "uh, yeah," he says, sounds a little dazed. sanji holds his unlit cigarette to his lips, looking into ace's eyes.
why, why is he talking about poaching him when they're this close. he ends up chickening out before ace can light the cigarette, pulling it out of his mouth to answer his question. "i'd... always had a love for cooking, ever since i was little. like it was my calling." something in sanji's voice sounds... off all of a sudden, as memories dance in front of his eyes of a time long gone (and the ghost of his mother's smile haunts him). "but i started to hone my skills on a cruise ship before..." he trails off. ace doesn't need to know his whole sob story. "i learned from one of the best. owner zeff, or, well, you may know him as red leg zeff. he owns the baratie..." he smiles as he talks about zeff. it's nice to remember his (real) home.
the exhausted cook held onto the newspaper tightly, the embodiment of rage glistening in his eyes as he reads the headline article... ace is dead. luffy's brother is dead. luffy had needed him, and he couldn't be there. he hadn't been there. his hands squeeze the paper tighter, the crinkling reaching his ears. his heart races in his chest, and the teenager never thought he could feel this much anger beat through his heart. "it's not fair," he finds himself saying as the tears glisten in his eyes, as he continues to read about the battle, about whitebeard's death...
the world has changed. he bows his head in defeat, shoulders trembling as the emotions overwhelm him.
stay, @hellwink says, as if they can read his mind. or don't. sanji understands the implication. if he leaves now, he'll be too weak to aid luffy in the fights to come. no, he needed to learn what iva had to teach him. he couldn't run off and make rash decisions, no matter how heartbroken he is. he recalls ace's kind smile on the merry, years ago on their journey through alabasta. he sniffles, wiping his forearm across his nose. he lets himself have another moment to mourn before he turns back to iva, teary eyes brimming with determination.
"i'm staying."
i took a little longer than expected, apologies. i'm going to keep the hiatus tag on my blog for now, but i will start replying to drafts and asks! probably no new start calls for now, i definitely have a backlog to get to.
i'm going to take a haitus until Oct 20.
Hopefully I won't feel as "whole weight of the world is about to crush me" by then, with maybe a interview or two in the works? (I doubt that, because it's been constant silence, but. Hey, wishful thinking before my life implodes even more?) I am sorry for disappearing all of a sudden, and for my lack of being here. I really do treasure the people who I've met in the fandom so far, and I hope to be more available in the future emotionally.
In the meantime, I will most likely be on discord and playing Fortnite. Discord is going to be the best way to contact and/or roleplay with me for the near future. I do still have muse, but it's been hard to concentrate.
I am sorry that I am not better.
i suppose this is probably the time i go on proper hiatus. my deepest apologies to everyone on dash. you can find me on discord.
nevermind.
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hello. i had a really good weekend and i think it finally got me out of my fucking funk. BE READY FOR WRITING THIS WEEK IM KNOCKING OUT EVERYTHING BABY IM DETERMINED
Well... wasn't that interesting? Nami blinked at his sudden compliance, a tilt of her head accompanying her pinched brow. Where was the defiance from before? The opposition? Her eyes narrowed. Was he seriously about to do just as she told him, without even the slightest bit of back talk?
"... Now," Nami finally conceded, arms folding at her chest. She didn't fully believe this just yet --- and for that, she would act as his supervisor. She would lead the way to the library, even allowing the chef to sit at her desk, where she worked so diligently on her maps. Even going as far to pull out some of her good paper, what she used to write letters to Nojiko on --- and her favorite ink. With the bottle placed in front of him, she reached for her fountain pen; neatly, she placed it alongside the paper.
"What's with the change?" She asked, bluntly, suspiciously. "Don't you have something smart aleck to say about me bossing you around?"
sanji stands there quietly, hand clenched around the note. she says now, and he nods. the modified cook follows her to the library obediently, complying with her order. he sits at her desk but not with the gentle care or reverence he would have had for such a thing in the past. now he simply scooted forward, taking the paper and the fountain pen. as he is about to write, she speaks. stealth black looks up at her dully, lips pursed into a thin line. "... i must obey." he says quietly, monotone. after a brief furrow of the brows, he looks down again.
sanji's handwriting is mostly the same as it used to be but with less personality. he addresses zeff, trying to emulate what the oaf he used to be would have written. sanji scowls thoughtfully as he writes. he addresses zeff's concerns and finally signs off as sanji. he is not interested in completely fooling the old man, but he holds up the letter to her for her approval.
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cook.exe has stopped working
i have been seeing a lot of posts on twitter talking about how sanji just eats the scraps of the meals he cooks for the others and it broke my heart so much but ofc like. im gonna be thinking about it. esp during things like snack time?
A good question he doesn't have a good answer for, considering his shitty sleep schedule means Zoro also doesn't actually have that great a sense of time most days. (Another reason he feels bad about leaving Sanji in there for so long – he relies on mealtimes to gauge time and with Sanji not there to provide said meals, he hadn't really thought about time at all. It was probably longer for Sanji than it had felt to Zoro.)
"... Breakfast?" he offers finally, sort of vague. "I think. Maybe?" Definitely not certain about that. "Look – don't worry about that, okay? Everyone else can wait on food, you need a warm bath." Maybe some blankets. Would Chopper mind being stuffed into a blanket pile with him for this? Probably not.
"I'll get the bath running, come on."
"m'fine," the cook answers darkly, walking over to the counter. for someone who's been in a freezer all night, he's actually doing quite well, but he is a wing of the captain, no? his hand is shaking as he goes to open the fridge, and he shakes out the cold. it's not like when aokiji froze them. sanji kept himself warm enough. does he have any leg to stand on being upset when he should have just broken the door? but then franky would have had to fix it and there was risk of the food spoiling... he feels it gnawing away at him, the anxiety he feels.
by god zoro makes it hard to love him sometimes. but is sanji any better? he doesn't think he is. if he can be left in a freezer all night, he understands his current ranking on the crew. did they not eat at all yesterday? are they mad at him? maybe they're furious with him. no, he needs to start cooking. "go away. un--unless you're not done t-t-t-t-torturing me." damn it, when will this chill go away?
@idiotaggression / Ah, shit. Well, at least he didn't *kill* Sanji. Chopper's probably gonna kill him though. "C'mon let's get you warm again."
sanji stands slowly, body shivering. he rubs his hands over his arms and walks to the door, pushing past zoro. "w-w-w-w-what t-t-t---" fucking damn it. "time is--is it?" how did they even eat yesterday? maybe someone else cooked, which meant... did multiple people know he was in the freezer? did no one come check on him when he didn't come to bed?
oh well. sanji knows where he stands.
that pit in his stomach is larger, consuming him whole. he should be angry with zoro. maybe he is. but he's just... he stands there in the galley, trying to get his mind right to start on -- breakfast? lunch? dinner?
