39th dish - text

[baratiesbest]

Stop fucking with us.

[[ ooc: Extreme levels of stress? Check. Two canon mates leaving in the same day? Check. Woman of his dreams arriving in hell? Check.  One blond, delirious cook aimlessly wandering the streets? ....check.  He'll be leaving the Lights right about... now, leaving his communicator behind. Replies will be severly delayed. ]]

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[pilot_princess]

...Sanji?

[baratiesbest]

[Several hours later, once the idiot has cooled off enough and finally made his way back.]

Hey... Miss Anemone.

[pilot_princess]

Are you feeling better?

[Because 'are you okay' is a dumb question.]

[baratiesbest]

Yeah. I just needed some fresh air - nothing to worry about!

[LIES]

[prodigal_axe]

... You alright, or what?

[A little concerned that Sanji ran out into the snow, but he's not about to stop him or even try. Sometimes you just have to.]

[baratiesbest]

[Yup, sometimes you have to. He returns several hours later, looking worse for wear - but who doesn't at this point?]

...yeah. Just needed some fresh air.

[prodigal_axe]

...

[Taking one look at you and pouring you a darkness beer.]

Tch. Not surprised...so damned closed in with all this snow.

[baratiesbest]

[Drinking on an empty stomach? That can never end well. He accepts either way, grateful nod and all.]

Tch, tell me about it... looks like the worst is over for now though.

[autos_da_fe]

...A plus for effort.

[baratiesbest]

Tch.

[autos_da_fe]

Let me know if it worked any.

[baratiesbest]

What do you think?