ㅤㅤ"Luffy! Wait! It's not ready yet—!" ( pour l'amour de la ciel ) Shoes firmly poised on the ground are being dragged forwards, the cook's arms wrapped around his captain struggling to keep him in place, contending with the disconcerting sensation of rubberised flesh elongating beneath his grasp as he tries his best to hold the other back. The kitchen countertop has a series of plates and trays scattered around, party food predominantly ready but not quite to the blond's standards, some finishing touches required before he'd be happy to serve them to the crew and guests.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤRoast beef with herb garlic butter glistens inside the oven, its aromatic scent engulfing the space. A tiered passionfruit layered cake set aside for the birthday boy is cooling, a bowl of thick yellow frosting having been prepared to be slathered all over it. "An hour... that's all I ask for!"
❝ meeeaat~ ❞ the straw hat captain is hardly listening, barely paying any mind to the limbs wrapped firmly around his middle as he slowly, steadily fights against the cook's attempts to restrain. pupils are dilated. his gaze is entirely focused on the spread of food laid out in the ship's galley, and the oven, where the mouth-watering aroma draws Luffy in — taunts him. drool is gradually starting to overflow and dribble from the lower edges of his mouth, much like a salivating hound. who let him near the kitchen in the first place?
❝ sanjiii, let go ! i'm hungry !! ❞ he whines, pulling a bit harder against the resistance, involuntarily stretching around where the blonde's arms meet his gut. legs and upper body lead, but the rubber man's abdomen is left behind.
wait another whole hour?? no way! he's ready to eat an entire sea king NOW.
@lovehungered / 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘!