Does Anybody Really Know What Time it Is?

[love_hurricane]

Characters: Sanji and OPEN.
Location: Mars oh come on where do you think the kitchen.
Time: Any time any day because the mun is so horribly out of the loop :D
Contents: Just your average day with a short-fused melodramatic pyrokinetic pirate chef.
Format: Whatever you feel like!
Warnings: Sanji. Out of practice rp writing. That... should about cover it

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[plays2win]

Free of her detention, Amanda strolled down to the kitchens, the constant hostility in her walk. She couldn't believe that she was given detention while the kid that assaulted her, got off without even a slap on the wrist. She didn't do anything wrong, all she was doing was building something in her spare time...they only did this because of her police record. She was sure of it. If any other student was seen crafting something like she was, they'd only be given a light punishment...maybe a weeks detention.

Shoving the door open with more force than was necessary, she only offered the dancing cook a small glance. She was used to seeing weird things here, especially from the staff members. Sighing heavily, she stalked over to the fridge, she needed something to calm her down. Shoving ingredients around without care to where they belonged, she browsed for something...sweet. Sweet things were something that was always restricted to her growing up, John however, loved them (in moderation, of course) and passed on his love of sweets to

[love_hurricane]

Uncharacteristic as it was for Sanji to ignore the presence of a lady, it took him a moment to realize that he had acquired new company, as his mind had yet again meandered off on some pleasant trail that was entirely removed from reality.

It didn't take him very long to notice his negligence, however, especially with the newcomer's rather... determined attitude, when it came to handling food-stock.

"Anything I can help you with?" You could have powered fifty light bulbs off the smile he gave her- whatever mood his clientele was in, it didn't seem to be denting his optimism in the slightest.

[plays2win]

Pushing yet another plate to the side, she was starting to give up and resort to a bag of sugar and a spoon. Her metabolism would burn it off in a matter of hours, she didn't need to worry about packing on any weight from it.

Not bothering to turn to him, she growled softly as she didn't see anything that sparked her interest. "Anything with sugar. A lot of sugar." If anything, she wanted something that would throw any normal person into diabetic shock.

Shutting the door, she turned to the cook with a neutral expression.

"And none of those cookies either. Who ever made them didn't add enough sweet to them."

[love_hurricane]

The eyebrow raise was not a cruel one, but it was certainly amused

OMG. CHICAGO <3

[froggycharmer]

Tiana was a creature of habit. Even with the summer holidays going strong, she remained at the Institute, spending a great deal of her time in the kitchen. Even without the workload from her classes and homework, the demanding stomachs of the students here were enough to keep her busy

I KNOW RIGHT <3 aaa and why do I need to sleep now fajfklsj...

[love_hurricane]

Sanji could never decide if his work really was the day-long, bone wearing patience trying work that it was to most people. Sometimes it was, sometimes he just felt as if he was being payed to play all day, doing something that he loved. Vocations were just like that, he supposed.

The company didn't hurt either.

"Well, I can hardly refuse one~" The love-struck chef practically glowed as he beamed over at the elegant assistant, before conducting a sort of swooping spin over to her side of the room, stopping just short of outright hugging her but standing as close as he dared. Personal feelings aside, they still didn't really know what the field of play was with the staff/student barrier. Still, he risked nudging his nose against hers for the shortest amount of time he could bring himself to.

"I hope you're not working yourself too hard?"

I LOVE THEM <3 and because sleep is important >I (although I shouldn't be the one to talk...)

[froggycharmer]

Tiana could barely hold back a beaming smile herself with Sanji's antics. Things between them remained relatively the same since prom night. The whole staff/student mentality was hard to shake lose, even the barrier itself seemed less substantial since it was technically summer vacation.

Personally, she didn't mind how slow they were taking things. In fact, she rather liked it. Any faster and she would have been scared away. The small displays of affection were quite appreciated though.

"I ain't. Without any classes or homework, I've been workin' harder just to find somethin' to do 'stead of actually workin'. How 'bout you, Sanji? You haven't been cookin' and cleanin' this whole time, have you?"

[love_hurricane]

What, it was that time of year already? Perhaps he had been working a little too hard at cooking and not hard enough at paying attention to his surroundings. The days certainly had been becoming longer and lighter, but then, with this new development in their relationship, the hopeless chef couldn't tell whether it was the seasons or her influence that was the cause.

"Oh, er, not really... well, not very much."

A sheepish laugh sufficed to say that, yes, he had been.

"Well, perhaps we should both take a breather-" Hooking his waistcoat off the door he nodded towards the beautiful day hiding itself behind the window pane.

"Would you care to accompany me for a little stroll, m'lady?" A wolfish grin and an offered hand found themselves being directed at the southern belle.

[soveryverylost]

It looked like Ryoga had missed the usual lunch time, since the main dining area was deserted, but he could hear someone in the kitchen. He might as well get something to eat as long as he'd found the place.

He poked his head in the door and watched the blond man at work tidying up. He was practically dancing and he looked so... happy.

"Lucky," he mumbled softly under his breath.

He kind of hated to get anything dirty with the place looking so pristine and all...

"Excuse me," he finally spoke up as he stepped fully into the kitchen, "but will I be in your way if I get something to eat?"

[love_hurricane]

As ludicrously contented as the blond was at the present moment, he couldn't help some of his more usual self resurfacing as he looked at the visitor in a blank manner, blinking twice as if to ascertain that really was what he had asked.

"You're... in a kitchen. I think the priority of your getting something to eat outweighs 'getting in my way'."

Light dose of line-facing dispensed, the chef returned to his chipper demeanor with the addition of; "Of course, I could solve both problems by making something for you. I mean, I am a cook..."

[soveryverylost]

"You are?" Ryoga then mentally kicked himself. As if he hadn't already made himself look like an idiot by asking about food in a kitchen, now he was surprised to find a cook there? Maybe he should just give up talking...

"You can make something if it won't be too much trouble." He certainly wasn't going to turn down food prepared by someone who knew what they were doing. "Anything is fine, thanks."

Honestly, having a selection of food to choose from had always been a bit of a novelty for Ryoga; in the woods, if you were hungry and you found something edible, you ate it. He wasn't picky.

[love_hurricane]

Anything? The kid didn't seem like the picky sort, so... he was being offered a blank canvas?

Sweet.

What happened next was rather hard to describe, save that the chef's face was briefly illuminated by an immense grin of gleeful anticipation before something that was far too fast and wondrously conducted to be called cooking commenced and passed and was presented to him on a plate. The aromas drifting up to meet Ryoga could have rendered a critic speechless before the first bite.

"Just something quick- chicken with lime and ginger sauce with a side of fried rice." Kicking out a chair for himself to sit on Sanji shrugged and smiled at the ceiling in satisfied nonchalance.

"Hope that'll do."

/right before hiatus

[inspirethefire]

Hopefully, a sufficient amount of time had passed since the food fight of Spring Anti-Prom, and Hajime figured he'd gone long enough avoiding the wrath of the local chef. Perhaps he was being a bit reckless, but taking risks was part of being an Ouendan, or something, maybe he was just hungry, okay?

In all honestly, summer so far had been decidedly... well, it had been rather slow-paced in comparison to the school year, dealings with aliens aside. If nothing else, conversation with Sanji generally proved to be at least relatively sane when it wasn't vexing.

Luckily enough, the chef seemed to be in quite a good mood, usual moody blaze more of a thrilled glow, and Hajime watched the graceful dance of his work with a smirk. "Discovered a new recipe, did you?"

/is still half in one due to sheer incompetence but NM

[love_hurricane]

"Eh?"

The chef's involuntary twirl stopped in a less elegant but equally involuntary manner, a trace of bewildered embarrassment edging its way through the contented stupor. On seeing the familiar red-ribboned visage he waved the student off with a light-hearted hand.

"Something like that~..." He set the dessert bowls back on the high shelf in what could only be described as a pirouette, somehow closing the door with his foot in the same movement.

"But it's not one I would recommend slinging at other people."

The underlying threat and contempt was far more placid than it would have been on any other day of any other year, but it was still there.

Still, it seemed that Hajime was going to be permitted to leave with his skin attached. Life was too short to dwell on the past, or at least it was when the present was filled with such opiates.

[inspirethefire]

There was a slight wince of admission at the little jab, but Hajime hardly let it dampen his mood; perhaps the light air was a bit infectious, and that was hardly something to complain about.

"Certainly not. Far too juvenile a use for quality work, I'm sure." Perhaps he was being a little too flippant with the subject, but it had very likely been the most fun Hajime had gotten in months. And, well, it was much easier to avoid regretting it when the chef wasn't yet threatening you fully.

Leaning against a counter, he watched the kitchenroom ballet unfolding before him. "I'd ask for a snack, but I'd hate to interrupt the show. I can't recall having seen you in such a good mood before. You must have quite the engaging combo."

[love_hurricane]

Even Hajime's light jibes about the cook's seemingly choreographed movements bounced off the bubbles of saccharine jubilation the man's head was surrounded by, as another set of sparklingly clean glasses sailed effortlessly into their cupboard.

"Hm~<3 Yes, I have to say we do make quite the coupl- uh, combination."

He shook a little of the pink veil from off his eyes for a moment, ever so slightly confused for a moment as to how he should be talking about this. That is, it had just occurred to him what he was talking about. Or might have been.

Having been edging around the subject at all cost for the past half year or so, he wasn't quite sure about how to go about talking about it now that it was a reality.

"Er, or, rather... what were we discussing?" A genuine puzzlement over took the chef as to whether to place innocent far too late or to have some genuine, over enthusiastic conversation about the taboo he was so enjoying breaking.

[gyaaahahaha]

Jyabura wasn't sure whether he should laugh, snort out an insult, or simply walk away before the cook (what the hell was he even doing, prancing around like a freaking ballerina) spotted him in the doorway. That weird girl who had entered through the window to snag donuts would've been better company, at least. Ah well. Jyabura hadn't had a good fight in a while.

Then again, ruining the guy's good mood would be such a mean thing to do.

... Then again, their previous brawl had been interrupted before it could reach a satisfying conclusion. Decisions, decisions. What was Jyabura to do?

"Hey, Cook. Make me a sandwich."

[love_hurricane]

It was fortunate that the smitten chef had already sent the last few plates skimming to their designated places before Jyabura opened his mouth, or doubtless his aim wouldn't have been quite as perfect, and he really didn't want to have to replace his crockery.

Typical. Couldn't karma let him get away with having just one good day without it being interrupted by some wise ass?

Still, even the security guard was going to have a hard time getting him down today, as he turned around without so much as a dent to his crescent moon grin.

"Sure thing, any particular type?" He was certainly asking for a knuckle sandwich, but patience, patience...

[gyaaahahaha]

For a split second, Jyabura mistook the cook's tone to be one of sarcasm and nearly replied with a rather crass comeback. He warily eyed Sanji's grin and scraped back a chair to plop down in it.

"Roast beef." Hey, free food was free food. Jyabura figured he could just kick the cook's ass if he tried anything funny. Simple enough.

sorrrryyyyyy busy life is still busy D:

[love_hurricane]

"Certainly, I'll get right on that."

Roast beef. Nice. So he couldn't even get this prick out of his kitchen in a matter of seconds as he'd liked. Still, he set about preparing the fine cut of meat with as much fast-fingered skill as he would have displayed to any other customer. If a person was hungry, he would cook for them.

If he didn't care for them, he could always cook them afterwards.

Slinging the meat into the oven to allow it to roast to full flavour he leaned a hip on the counter, wiping his hands off in a bid to have a reason not to look at the 'customer'.

"It'll just take a minute. Sorry to keep you from you work..." The last word was laden with so much sarcasm you could have scraped the excess off with a knife and buttered your bread with it.