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Banquets were always perfect for Lamb.
In these moments, the weight of leadership slipped quietly from their shoulders—just as it did in the solitude of night. No one dared approach the Lamb. Followers merely watched from a distance, wide-eyed and reverent, whispering to their companions or retreating into the ritual of the meal. Lamb was left in peace, at last, to eat.
They always began with the greens. Bitter and bland against their canines, but grounding—echoes of leaner days, when life had yet to assign them a role. Only once attention had drifted would Lamb reach for meat: first a modest arm, then a sliver of thigh, and on rare, hallowed evenings, the heart of a hedonist—set aside with quiet devotion by the herd: A gift they never requested, but always received.
Goat’s voice—dry, cracking like twigs underfoot—pulled Lamb’s attention from the plate.
For a moment, the sheep returned, and a gentle grin softened their expression. They lifted a hand to delicately blot at their lips, but then, with startling sharpness, dragged the sleeve of their robe across their mouth in a single rough gesture, dismantling the illusion of daintiness. “Painful?” they asked, nose crinkling, eyes nearly closed with the smile, Their voice dipped low, a sound humorous but still meant for Goat’s ears alone. “It should not be painful for you. You are no less suited to this than I.”
Yet Lamb remained seated, as planned, retreating into the role of the observer. Goat would lead this morning! A wonderful plan!
With a subtle raise of Lamb’s hand, heads across the room turned—obedient, synchronized. When Lamb spoke again, their voice had changed. The warmth drained from it like breath on cold glass, replaced by the smooth, untouched tone of command: aristocratic, impassive, impossible to read.
“If this illuminating banquet is any indication of their ability to lead a sermon,” Lamb said, every syllable placed with care, “then I have no doubt that our dear Goat is more than perfect for the task.”
Their hand lowered—open now, palm extended toward the other.
“So. Without any further ado?”
Attributed entirely to the jovial air, today’s sermon leader started with an appetiser; the cheese and ham, so to speak. Preceding the main course of what would be reciting religious dogma, Goat called for fervent hearts to give cheers. For Lamb, for land, for luxuries. A benevolent hand of mercy for the common animal, and the crown’s chosen, whom Death sheltered since the Bishop’s spoiled the lands with their insatiable greed. Lamb, the beautiful. Lamb the divine. Lamb, with their merciful heart and fleece of holy white. The judge and juror. Goat parroted the thoughts and prayers they'd heard from others and recited it like it was their own original thought. All delivered with strategically timed glances during their cloying bullshit lamb glazing.
The switch from sweet and light to savoury was a seamless experience, as Goat opened the cult’s doctrine. As if to read from the pages, they flicked through to the foundations of their faith. Call it charity, call it whim, but the Goat skipped over the medley of letters, entries and prefilled scriptures accumulated in the deepest darks onto blank pagesーall that waited readily for the goat's loosened tongue. Ink spread stained the paper with words not too dissimilar to this leader's story.
“Let us be grateful for this peace, and remember the wars that preceded us. Magic and knowledge made the island fertile with power. Gods were plentiful, but at the expense of the land that was too small for its Kings. It came to pass, that the holy landー from which the oldest gods were born, became divided by indiscriminate violence. Gods killed gods, and each was felled one by one. Their numbers dropped from the hundreds to the tens. There were those who pledged allegiance with solemn oath, hand over heart, but mere words could never compare to the blood shared between families and faithful. Thusー such rare instances of truce were forged and broken without thought of Karma or consequence. Perished, lost and forgotten, the Gods left behind scraps for scavengers to feast and hoard, but nary another crown to spare.”
The entry ended with more written word than sermon spoken.
“And then there were five... Our ancestors returned to earth and aether to serve and sustain what Life was deemed worthy to continue in the eyes of the victors, and those who were not. We carry on their legacies, not with any sense of vanity, but with pride and in thanks for the greater sacrifices they made. May we too match their glorious devotion and love. Now let us bow our heads for the closing prayer.”
Their devotion oozed and pearled; each cultist opened their hearts and their minds, willingly to pay their due. A generous harvest, sown and reaped in one fell swoop by the Goatー who tore the raw energy away from their bodies with eyes that flashed with a personal hungerーstraight into the Lamb's unholy doctrine.
It flowed from the book in through fingers; into their arm, their body. Something unmistakably alive that soaked into the very fibre of their being, before falling dormant within. They closed the book with a thunk.
The cultists lifted their heads. Goat offered the old doctrine back to lamb, in a manner that reeked of false piety.
“Praise the Lamb.” ( @harrowing-hatter )
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 || 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 a collection of lines from The Long Dark a video game where a geomagnetic storm has knocked out the power and sent the Island of Great Bear, perhaps even the world, in to a wintery apocalypse.
𝙴𝚙 1: 𝙳𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙶𝚘 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎
“Those were better days.”
“Wha… what are you doing here?”
“That is not good.”
“Power’s gone. Whole electric system is fried.”
“Are you gonna help me or not?”
“I could probably climb that.”
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“Someone’s been here recently..”
“Hello? Anyone out there!?”
“Hm, this whole area looks like it’s been abandoned for a while.”
“Listen, could you maybe point that gun somewhere else?”
“Make the wrong move, say the wrong thing you will see how good a shot I am.”
“A name takes on it’s own life, such that at one point the name becomes the thing it belongs to.”
“You’re sitting here with a rifle in your hands, you expecting trouble?”
“Trouble? Ha! Trouble found me.”
“They thought they were safe, they were wrong.”
“There is always hope.”
“Everyone thinks being old makes you weak, but they underestimated me.”
“This goes deeper than stillness, it feels like the moments before the world goes to sleep.”
“We’re just the last ones left awake to notice it.”
“You look weary, come warm yourself by the fire.”
“I’m here to witness the passing of an age.”
‘You’ll have to live with what remains.”
“I’m not sure anything will ever be back to ‘normal.’”
“Go safely, and good luck to you.”
“You have no idea how stubborn I am.”
“This new world is for the strong to survive.”
“You have a kind heart, but it’s a heavy one.”
“This what you do? Hang around campfire and…share wisdom?”
“These are confusing times, let me see if I can help you make sense of them.”
“We’ve sinned. Now we’re paying the price.”
“We’ll have to choose how far we go to survive.” “It’s not for me to pass judgement on.”
“Let’s hope you hold on to your merciful ways, and the new world doesn’t just grid you to dust.”
“Good luck. Enjoy your apocalypse.”
“You keep your luck. I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”
“Shoot the damn thing!”
PRODUCT SENTENCE STARTERS
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❝ I love you. And you know I do. ❞
❝ Nobody ever asks about ME, how I'M feeling! ❞
❝ How do you put up with this shit, [name]? ❞
❝ You look at me when I'm fucking talking! ❞
❝ Is your bitch calling me insane? ❞
❝ There's nothing I hate more than a nosy-ass neighbor. ❞
❝ I just wanna know one thing. Where's your sharpest knife? ❞
❝ What did you just call me? ❞
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❝ Did you seriously just ask me about my divorce? ❞
❝ How many times have I told you? TV rots your brain! ❞
❝ Now, what in God's name are you doing here? ❞
❝ You made that decision when you walked out of this house. ❞
❝ I told you to stay out of my fucking house! ❞
❝ You were never a [father/mother/parent] to [her/him/them]! ❞
❝ Look at all of this mess. It's all because of you. ❞
❝ Don't you look at me like that! ❞
❝ Oh, you're not gonna eat your fucking peas!? ❞
❝ Oh, [name]. I'm so in love with you. ❞
❝ I thought you quit smoking? ❞
❝ I'm gonna smoke this one, and then guess what? I'm gonna chain smoke the rest of the fucking pack all fucking night! ❞
❝ I'm glad I'll never lose you. ❞
❝ Why the fuck are you just looking at the fire!? ❞
❝ Why did nobody help [her/him/them]? ❞
❝ One thing you must know about me is that I hate kids. ❞
❝ I'm as happy as a pig in shit. ❞
❝ Take a pack of cigarettes and leave me alone, would you? ❞
❝ Aren't you a little old to be trick-or-treating? ❞
❝ Oh, I see. Your [daughter/son/kid] is a fucking softie. ❞
❝ I've been smoking since the womb -- secondhand, obviously. ❞
❝ You really shouldn't be doing that. You look really weird doing that. ❞
❝ Here, take my money! Just give me some cigs before I kill somebody! ❞
❝ Rats happen to be my least favorite animal. ❞
❝ Your poetry really turns me on. ❞
❝ Do you really think we'll be safe? ❞
❝ I had a cigarette for lunch. Try to find my waist! ❞
❝ Oh, [name], you're such a tease! ❞
❝ It's not the blood that scares me, no...it's the fact that I can't remember. ❞
❝ My lungs need smoke just as much as yours need oxygen. ❞
❝ Just do what children do best: ruin [her/his/their] life. ❞
❝ Look, I wouldn't expect you to understand because it's been, like, a millennia since you've trick-or-treated, but I'm a professional. I know what I'm doing. ❞
❝ Oh, the eight year-old finally has a personality! How refreshing. ❞
❝ Why aren't you crying? ❞
❝ Why aren't you scared? ❞
❝ I watch LiveLeaks on my mom's computer when she goes to work. ❞
❝ Choose your next words carefully, [name]. I get violent. LiveLeak violent. ❞
❝ Are you hungry? Because I could really go for a grilled cheese and, like, a Coke Zero or something.❞
❝ My mom usually spends her grocery money at the casino. Do you need more information? ❞
❝ God, would you stop interrogating me? ❞
❝ You're either a smoker or a mom. You can't be both, so decide when you're young, and stick with it. ❞
❝ I mean, you're, like, what? 3 days old? ❞
❝ I had a cat, and then...I didn't have a cat anymore. Nothing morbid about a missing cat. ❞
❝ What time is it? What time is it!? ❞
❝ I'm actually worried...not for myself, but for that sweet child. ❞
❝ Can I swear? …That's so fucking gross. ❞
❝ You don't even remember, do you? ❞
❝ You're a monster for what you've done. ❞
❝ What are you doing? What are you doing!? ❞
❝ It's an emergency...we're out of creamer. ❞
❝ Do you wanna end up like me? ❞
❝ Oh, do I wanna end up like a cranky old bag? No thanks! ❞
❝ I hate kids -- never mind. That was the old me. ❞
❝ Let's be honest, [name]. You are a little past your prime. ❞
❝ Shut up! It's okay! I think I've got this! ❞
❝ Let me help you. ❞
❝ Hey -- don't. Don't look at [her/him/them]. ❞
❝ I'm still growing up, and I am a full-ass grown adult who is still learning how to grow up! ❞
❝ You've gotta strike while the iron's hot. I mean, with you, it's lukewarm at best...but don't wait for it to get cold, is what I'm saying. ❞
❝ You, my friend, are lucky that I have a wardrobe full of adult men's clothing. ❞
❝ Let's get crack-a-lackin. ❞
❝ You look like a gay Nosferatu. ❞
❝ I want milk outside of the glass. I want you to pour it on the table so I can lick it up like a stray cat. ❞
❝ I'm severely lactose intolerant, but I'm going to do this for you...because I like you. ❞
❝ Might I know your favorite color, madam? ❞
❝ That's what love is all about! Changing yourself so the other person will like you! ❞
❝ You're not dead! You're just purple now! ❞
❝ I don't wanna be purple forever! ❞
❝ You're going to be ugly when you grow up. You're already ugly. ❞
❝ [He's/She's/They're] probably dead. ❞
❝ Your dad seems nice. Your grandma's a bitch, though. ❞
❝ I wouldn't provoke [him/her/them] if I were you. ❞
❝ Why are you so mean to me? ❞
❝ Did anyone follow you here? ❞
❝ It's so nice to get away from the kids for once. ❞
❝ I need you to be a part of my life. You're the only family I have left. I love you. ❞
❝ Why are you speaking? I told you not to speak. ❞
❝ This isn't fair. This isn't what I wanted. ❞
❝ Look at me! Look at what you did to me! ❞
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"...!"
Her words delighted him. He found himself laughing. Unfortunately, despite the beauty of the sound, his laughter was not a good thing.
Finally, someone he could play with who wasn't boring--!
"I could~!" He said with jolly candor, his face spitting into a sharp smile. "I could live through just about anything!"
His eyes narrowed, his smile growing sharper. "And what about you? What do you think are the limits of what you could live through?" And the unsaid addition: shall we test it?
[CHARISMA CHECK SUCCESS] : It seems that you have impressed the man, but it comes at your own expense. You are no longer able to escape. [-1 REASON].
It never pays to be a people pleaser. She hadn't been one prior to this encounter, but clearly did something 'good' without meaning to. Her hands are drawn to her core as she is shaken further by the man's intentー and the revelation that will be gifted to him should he succeed in torturing her to death. Mimi manages only one step back, her sneaker grinding dirt before coming to one sole conclusion: she should not turn her back on this enemy. He is taller. His legs, longer. And while she is fast, she fears that he is faster.
Mimi fumbles out her trusty scalpel from her bra and felt the immediate relief of being armed. Her experience doesn't lend well into whatever this man is. Even so, she sorely regretted not carrying enough magic artifacts on their person. Something tells them that a mummified heart and a couple of wooden stakes might have come in handy.
They shifted into a more offensive stance; holding the sharp at the ready, and lowering her centre of gravity in some bid to look somewhat battle competent.
"I'm more trouble than I'm worth. Way too much work for a weeknight."
🤐 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.
🕊️ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞
01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. 02. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders from behind. 03. brushing tears off of their cheeks. 04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. 05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. 06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them. 07. sharing silence with them. 08. pulling them into a tight hug. 09. writing something quietly and passing them the note. 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.
🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
01. staring at them in silence for a long moment before walking away. 02. slamming a door shut without explanation. 03. packing their things up, slowly and deliberately. 04. breathing sharply through their nose and refusing to meet their eyes. 05. cleaning something obsessively in silence.
🥀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
01. running their thumb over the others bottom lip slowly. 02. standing just a little too close, enough to feel each others breath. 03. grazing their knuckles along the other's hip or thigh in passing. 04. undoing the top button of their shirt while holding eye contact. 05. leaning in like they're going to kiss and then pausing shyly. 06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.
Contrary to Goat—whose dance with sin had always been something brazen, almost easy—Lamb’s brushes with it had been fleeting and near peripheral. Before the Crown, before the doctrine, before the altar and the adoration, they’d followed a herd that clung tightly to virtue. Innocence was their armor. To stray was to shame—not just oneself, but the whole.
Lamb remembered those days with a tenderness that sometimes turned bitter at the edges. Simpler times, perhaps—but not softer. That old life demanded quiet obedience to Gods that never listened.
Things were different now.
They were different now.
Gone was the soft-eyed creature that once bowed its head to the Old Faith. In their place stood something stranger, crowned in crimson, wearing power like a second skin—anointed, worshipped, and feared in equal measure. A creature that did not just lead, but commanded.
They had taken lives. Many. Felt the blood warm on their hands. Listened to last breaths rattle like prayer beads slipping from a dying grip—prayers that they understood, for they too once followed the gods those heretics pleaded to.
So no—by all accounts, they had sinned. Repeatedly. And yet…
It never quite settled right.
“I suppose,” Lamb murmured at last, voice trailing with quiet humor, “that with all the murders I’ve committed, I’ve most certainly sinned.”
They gave a small, sheepish smile—gentle and almost rueful. “Though I can’t say I’ve identified which of the seven suits me best just yet. All in good time.”
Their gaze drifted upward, catching on the stained glass above. Sunlight poured through in soft colors, gilding the temple floor with fractured gold and rose, like blessings strewn at their hooves. A new day had come. A new rite, too. “And so the world wakes.”
Lamb turned to the other. “A feast for the morning,” they said, tone lifting with warmth, “and a sermon afterward. A lovely pairing!”
They turned their attention back to Goat, something playful and reverent mingling in their eyes.
“Would you do the honor of leading the sermon?” they asked, voice like incense smoke—low, curling, full of trust. “I think your words would suit the dawn quite well.”
That time already? How fast the hours fly. Days and nights string together and feel like minutes, hours at most. A shame they didn't get to marvel at the sun creep through the canopy, or watch the moon traverse across the sky in her endless journey around the earth. Blink, and everything changes. Maybe if they came backー oh, sorry, sorry. When they came back from their walk, when all was done. Then, they'd try watching a full moon cycle. Or watch clouds.
"A sermon as well? Any excuse to keep me from leaving..."
The temple bell chimed the moment their intent was knownー to call the cultists as they emerge from their shelters, eyes still dusted with sand and haze from sleep's heavy veil. Its bell filled Goat with peace. Made it easier to get into the priests headspace, as did lighting fresh incense and painting over faded ritual circles. The flock assembled in due course, and filed into the building in a display of organised chaos as they assumed their positions; well practised and eagerly anticipating something to inspiring to begin their work week. Surprise at who was conducting this morning was well subdued if there was any. But as the beast traded bones with the forces that be, the pack became absorbed in prayer.
A set table of dark mahogany wood, with deep, rich grain linesー rings that told centuries of history before its life in service of the cult. Enough chairs and room so that no matter who turned up, all mouths were fed; with a spread that'd make any animal's mouth water. White and red meat, still on the bone, presented rare and plated on leaves and adorned by fruit. Once the low rumblings of grace and the exchange was complete, no one hesitated to get stuck in. Not even their host, who did the bare minimum to summon a breakfast worthy of their offerings. It was as it should be. Noisy. Lively.
Without any formality, Goat picked their teeth clean with an especially sharp bone shard, before stabbing it through an oil coated leaf bowl. They chimed into a conversation they'd been listening to, which was a cause for immediate attention from the feeding mass.
"ーAnd we have the lamb to thank for all this, of course." They stood, eventually, from the head of the table beside the Lamb's central spot.
What once occupied the humble temple would be immediately cleared againー on most occasions, leaving only its participants and their leader stood at the altar. But Goat insisted with a hand on Lamb's shoulder to remain comfortably seated. That there was no need for them to move yet.
"You've had all of breakfast to revoke my invitation to give this sermon, now I have no choice but to continue singing your praises!" They laughed. "Shall I make this as painful for you to hear, as it is for me to oralise?"
"EVEN IN ARCADIA" BY SLEEP TOKEN PROMPTS * assorted lines from the album, some slightly reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary
i could die here.
now i know why i woke up here on the shoreline.
everything looks the same.
you'll find me with half a mind to get violent.
don't say it's over.
give me the edge of a blade.
nobody knows where i came from.
how can i already lose my way like this?
i used to know myself.
you used to know me well.
you wish that you could make me whole.
i have a feeling we're close to the end.
come out from underneath.
go ahead and wrap your arms around me.
godspeed to my enemies.
tell me what you meant by "living past your half-life."
you're well-versed in the afterlife.
you might be the one to take away the pain and let my mind go quiet.
nothing else is quite the same as how i feel when i'm at your side.
are you gonna dance on the line with me?
you know it's not a game or a fantasy.
i don't even know who i used to be.
nothing is the same.
some things have to change now.
i'm apologizing for shit that, frankly, i stopped thinking of years ago.
i still need a dark side.
they just need a reason.
keep me alive.
now is the time to take it or leave it.
did i get this far for nothing, or are you the reward?
if this is love, then i am out of hesitation.
i just don't want to be lost again.
i wish i could have known that.
when was the last time i felt like this?
it's like you're dangerous to me.
i notice every time we meet.
you've got me talking in my sleep.
i thought i could resist you.
when's the last time you tasted blood?
i might lose my mind.
won't you show me how to dance forever?
i swear it's getting harder even just to exhale.
i'm sick of trying to hide it.
i'm lost.
i guess that's what i get for trying to hide in the limelight.
everybody wants eyes on them.
if you don't think i mean it, then i understand.
i'm still glad you came.
let me see those hands.
i'll take what i'm given.
tell me, did i give you what you came for?
everything's the same.
somehow i knew my fate.
have you been waiting long for me?
no matter how we feel, we've got a taste for one another and a few good years to kill.
i wanna be your provider.
just let me know that you're mine.
do i wanna go there?
i wanna do more than just bend the rules.
you're the only game that i like to lose.
i'm going under this time.
i can give you what you want.
surely we know the difference.
how will i know if i can't see the bottom?
no one else knows that i've got a problem.
what if i can't get up and stand tall?
who will i be when the empire falls?
nobody told me i'd be begging for relief.
i've learned to live without it.
i no longer feel surrounded.
you never listened to me.
i was your undercover lover.
you never saw me naked.
you wouldn't even touch me.
i'm caught up on the person i tried to turn myself into for you.
i was trying my best.
i was in love with the thought.
do you wanna hurt me?
we used to be a team.
i don't wanna stick around.
please just let me go.
what are you afraid of?
are you the method in my madness?
i have fought so long to be here. i am never going back.
i could be stuck here alone.
i'm so tired inside.
i'm never leaving this time.
" Consider yourself warned, beast. Once you cross Master's door, we will cut that crown from your head " " Do not try to take advantage just because you are a customer on our Mother's bussiness... Better stay on the lane. "
"WRETCHED BEAST!"
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Notes: I'm alive again, will try to post more. The extras are stuff that happens between crusades/before the encounter with Aym and Baal. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
I could be screaming right now but I want everyone to be grateful that I'm not.
Intense heat wasn't something that normally bothered Sanji - he was, after all, a man who normally wore a full suit regardless of the weather. It wasn't for any particular reason other than keeping his aesthetic, despite how often the crew liked to make up their own theories. He was just used to it - heat, especially in the kitchen, was something he'd grown used to. Besides, he naturally ran hot. Hot enough to set his own leg on fire, in fact. So no, heat didn't really bother him, usually.
All of that being said, he had at some point taken his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves. In solidarity with Usopp, of course. Not for any other reason.
"If we do our shopping quickly enough we can probably sneak off to a beach and get a swim in. It's hot enough we'll dry off before going back to the ship." He laughed a little, glancing over to Usopp before very promptly staring forward and gently biting down on his cigarette.
This was… a little ridiculous. Usopp was his crewmate. He was shirtless all the time. They bathed together frequently. But as Usopp slowly lost more and more pieces of clothing, Sanji found himself more and more unable to look him in the eye. Or at all, really. So instead of focused on the task at hand, glancing around at the stalls they were approaching.
"No, but we can grab those when we get the… other things. Looks like an open market for the most part. Might need to hunt down the rest…" He pulled his jacket a little more over his shoulder, pulling his beloved fish pen from an inside pocket and scribbling down deodorant. "You're fine though, ten times better than Marimo. I bet he hasn't bathed in a week, and thinks his sweat is a bath enough."
Sanji pulled a face, thinking about it. He was sincerely glad he was with Usopp, who cared about his own personal hygiene, especially on a day like this. He took a breath, removing the living mossball from his thoughts and refocusing back on the task at hand.
"Right, I can see some whole pike over next to the vegetable stall. You remember what I've taught you about picking the best produce, right?"
"Oooh don't get me too excited Sanji!" A little too late for that, but shhh! Don't tell!
They'd reached their destination; the markets! He loved market places. The sights, the smells! All the cool things on display, unique to the places they go... As long as it wasn't too crowded or noisy, he was happy. Not that it should be either of those two things? They chose to head out early for that precise reason.
Usopp adjusted his ear muffs and strode just a wee bit faster.
"I mean, he only bathes with Luffy. So that's like, each Monday?"
He poses it as a question despite knowing full well (as every other crew member did) when Luffy's scheduled bath time was. In the beginning, Zoro acted in solidarity, saying he'd 'take one for the team' by making sure their captain didn't drown in the tub. Matching schedules, making sure Nami didn't flip her lid at the two of them, just little first mate things, y'know? But Zoro didn't seem to find bathing to be a particularly urgent matter these days (if he ever did). Sometimes even he needed a bit of a push. The timing served as a convenient reminder to clean up more than anything. That guy jumped in the sea enough times that he probably considered every dip to be 'a bath'.
It didn't count, but it took the edge off the post work out sweats.
"Ohー! Yeah, don't 'chu worry about me, Sanji! I can smell a bad egg a mile away!"
Or in this case, a vegetable.
"Not too ripe that it'll spoil before we get to use it, and you like them all to be about the same size and pretty enough to make the girls drool if it's served raw."
To demonstrate, he approached the nearby vegetable stall and picked up an aubergine.
"Good skin, plump 'n' shiny, still pretty firm and hefty... You could probably get a whole bake outta this one. Ohー" He gave it a tentative sniff. "ーYup, smells like an eggplant!"
Which was to say, it didn't smell much of anything. A distinct vegetable smell from the stem end. Which was a good thing? Smelled fresh?
"See? No problem! Perfect ingredients for the perfect man! Chef. Dude." Terrible fucking recovery. Usopp laughed it off, but wanted to beat himself over the head with a butternut squash. "The most talented chef on the seas! Next to me, of course. You mentioned Pike? I love pike. Go get some pike, tough guy."
cotl dangling that possible new installment makin me ILL.
