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[dinamitardo]

[Now that the bars were removed, he was glad to be able to get a bath and stretch his legs again. Being stuck in that room all week had been a pain, especially towards the end when his fever had broken and it was easier to move around. It looked like he was in for another week of staying in the same room though

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[lovecook_175]

*The cook had naturally, resorted to the kitchen as soon as he was freed from his room. Needing his own space and having a urge to cook, he was in there at every spare moment, trying to take his mind off other things as well.
Sure, he felt guilty for having the cut on his lip cured, but it was the best way to forget, right?

The same lip was the one he bit absentmindedly as he washed numerous dishes, glancing out the window only to see green grass and that damn wall. Somehow, it felt like something was missing. He discarded the feeling.
The sound of a door opening behind him caught his attention. The faint scent of smoke told him all he needed to know. Not bothering to turn around, he simply spoke into the sink.*

No smoking in the kitchen, kid. Have some manners.

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[dinamitardo]

[Stepping into the kitchen, he frowned at the command to stop smoking in the kitchen. He'd do what he damn well wanted to; it wasn't his kitchen, so what did he care? Besides, he needed it right now.]

I'll smoke all I damn well want.

[Not putting the cigarette out, he rummaged through the cupboards and fridge, setting food onto the counter. How much would they need for the week? And he supposed he should get some milk, Yamamoto would complain if he didn't take any back to the room with him.]

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[lovecook_175]

*Letting the soapy water drain from the sink, the cook dried his hands on the nearest hand towel, noting that the cigarette was still burning with a frown.*

Oi, food is made in here. Little selfish shits like you aren't going to mark other people's dishes with that stench.

*In two quick strides, he snatched the smoke from his mouth with slender fingers, dropping it to the ground and squishing it with his heel.*

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[dinamitardo]

I'm sure people don't go about sniffing the dishes, idiot.

[When the cigarette is snatched from between his lips, he glares at the blonde. As he does so, his eyes meet the blond's and the glare vanishes, his heart rate picking up. For a moment, he simply stared at the man in front of him, suddenly completely taken by him. Was Sanji so... attractive last time they'd spoken?]

F-fuck...

[Shit, that was what Yamamoto had been talking about. It had to be the damn house. And yet for some reason, he didn't give a damn.]

[jerseynumber3]

Congratulations for figuring things out, 'Dera-kun. *claps*

I applaud you for discovering the obvious.

[dinamitardo]

Fuck you, asshole. I bet you only figured it out when you fell for someone!

[jerseynumber3]

Mm, no. Sorry, you're just unbelievably slow, 'Dera-kun~

[dinamitardo]

I'm slow?! Piss off, bastard. Go get your thrills harrassing someone else.