This time it's Sanji! XD
Title: Going bad
Rating: K+
Media: fic
Characters: Sanji, Zoro, mentions of other Straw Hat Pirates
Word Count: 295
Prompt: Persnickety
Two things were obvious about Sanji. First was that he showered the ladies with affection but ignored the “shit-heads”. Second was that he was very, very picky about the ingredients he used.
A third fact, less apparent, was that he had a rather creative way of dealing with “ingredients that had been taken out anyway and would go bad if not used”. Or at least that was what he called it.
Sugar, after being added to two cups of hot chocolate, would also somehow find its way into the cotton candy machine. Whenever two glasses of iced tea were presented on the deck, a cup of hot milk tea could be found in the galley. Often, Luffy would noisily demand for snacks, and the cook would grumpily stomp back into the galley with complaints on his lips, emerging five minutes later with an array of tidbits that definitely needed more than five minutes to prepare. Leftovers, he would say dismissively.
Luffy didn’t even know the meaning of the word.
And today…
“Oi, idiot marimo.”
Zoro opened his eyes at the call and his hand instinctively snapped up to catch the bottle before it hit his face.
“What’s this, shit-cook?”
Sanji rolled his eyes. “Plum wine. I thought that your puny brain would recognize alcohol, if nothing else.”
The swordsman snorted. “Of course I know that it’s wine. Why are you giving it to me?”
The cook had already turned on his heel to return to the galley, and simply threw back a nonchalant reply, “It’s going bad but still too good to waste. Anyway a moss-head like you won’t know the difference.”
Once the door had been shut behind his crewmate, Zoro took a swig from the bottle and smirked knowingly.
Going bad, my foot.
Rating: K+
Media: fic
Characters: Sanji, Zoro, mentions of other Straw Hat Pirates
Word Count: 295
Prompt: Persnickety
Two things were obvious about Sanji. First was that he showered the ladies with affection but ignored the “shit-heads”. Second was that he was very, very picky about the ingredients he used.
A third fact, less apparent, was that he had a rather creative way of dealing with “ingredients that had been taken out anyway and would go bad if not used”. Or at least that was what he called it.
Sugar, after being added to two cups of hot chocolate, would also somehow find its way into the cotton candy machine. Whenever two glasses of iced tea were presented on the deck, a cup of hot milk tea could be found in the galley. Often, Luffy would noisily demand for snacks, and the cook would grumpily stomp back into the galley with complaints on his lips, emerging five minutes later with an array of tidbits that definitely needed more than five minutes to prepare. Leftovers, he would say dismissively.
Luffy didn’t even know the meaning of the word.
And today…
“Oi, idiot marimo.”
Zoro opened his eyes at the call and his hand instinctively snapped up to catch the bottle before it hit his face.
“What’s this, shit-cook?”
Sanji rolled his eyes. “Plum wine. I thought that your puny brain would recognize alcohol, if nothing else.”
The swordsman snorted. “Of course I know that it’s wine. Why are you giving it to me?”
The cook had already turned on his heel to return to the galley, and simply threw back a nonchalant reply, “It’s going bad but still too good to waste. Anyway a moss-head like you won’t know the difference.”
Once the door had been shut behind his crewmate, Zoro took a swig from the bottle and smirked knowingly.
Going bad, my foot.