Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection
Characters; Sanji and OPEN.
Location; Just chilling around the grounds because he needs to get out of the goddamn kitchen more.
Time; Anytime that isn't a mealtime :|
Content; Herping the derp, arguing, philosophizing, whatever fits the bill.
Format; Starting in prose but anything you want!
Warnings; This guy.
Well it would decide to start spitting when he'd just decided to go for a stroll, wouldn't it.
"Damnit, lousy spring showers..."
Although he cursed as he ducked under one of the more sheltering elm trees on the grass, there was no real trace of a grudge to the cook's face. Really, he didn't mind spring weather, in fact it was one of the little remaining whims of nature that reminded him of how easily it could take a hold of what was around you and turn it on its head. Certainly, being at sea had exaggerated that ability to a much greater extent, but even so, for a pyromaniac the sensation of being rained on was enough to be sufficiently provoking to direct him to seek sanctuary.
As it was the precipitation was light and refreshing, and with the sun glinting behind the clouds there was even the promise of a rainbow hanging in the air. Resting his back against the trunk the cook interrupted the sap-sweet air, flicking a cigarette into life and watching the smoke play around the leaves as he waited for the rain to let off. It had been a while since he'd been able to catch one of these rare moments of tranquility, why not enjoy it?
Well, until the next thing came along, at least.
Location; Just chilling around the grounds because he needs to get out of the goddamn kitchen more.
Time; Anytime that isn't a mealtime :|
Content; Herping the derp, arguing, philosophizing, whatever fits the bill.
Format; Starting in prose but anything you want!
Warnings; This guy.
Well it would decide to start spitting when he'd just decided to go for a stroll, wouldn't it.
"Damnit, lousy spring showers..."
Although he cursed as he ducked under one of the more sheltering elm trees on the grass, there was no real trace of a grudge to the cook's face. Really, he didn't mind spring weather, in fact it was one of the little remaining whims of nature that reminded him of how easily it could take a hold of what was around you and turn it on its head. Certainly, being at sea had exaggerated that ability to a much greater extent, but even so, for a pyromaniac the sensation of being rained on was enough to be sufficiently provoking to direct him to seek sanctuary.
As it was the precipitation was light and refreshing, and with the sun glinting behind the clouds there was even the promise of a rainbow hanging in the air. Resting his back against the trunk the cook interrupted the sap-sweet air, flicking a cigarette into life and watching the smoke play around the leaves as he waited for the rain to let off. It had been a while since he'd been able to catch one of these rare moments of tranquility, why not enjoy it?
Well, until the next thing came along, at least.