Do you want to tell me something [complete]
WHO: Sanji and Mary Marvel
WHERE: somewhere in New England where there's a preponderance of large boulders and not a lot of bystanders. MT. WASHINGTON? IDK!
WHEN: Saturday morning
WARNINGS: boulder death
SUMMARY: Mary offered to help Sanji discover the extent of his strength by chucking boulders at him. He's calling in the favor in order to safely let off some steam.
FORMAT: I call para!
Everything was just happening all at once. Sanji could handle stress like this, but the inability to act, to do something about his friends killing their friends, grated on him. He had approached Mary the night before to discuss something she had brought up ages ago - testing him, rather than sparring with him, since he didn't spar and refused to kick a lady even under peaceful circumstances. He wasn't sure he could hold back, anyway, and right now the only targets he could find to kick were inanimate objects.
He got up at dawn as if he were back on the ship anticipating breakfast for the crew, and left a note to the few stragglers who still ate lunch with him that they would have to fend for themselves that day. He trusted Mary's choice of location, not wanting any collateral damage. Dressed in his usual trousers and his shoes from home (the most comfortable fighting gear he had, oddly enough), he opted for just a plain black v-neck t-shirt to complete his ensemble. It was chilly, but Sanji had an internal heat of his own that made him not notice it so much. It was a fresh change after the storms the other day.
This spot would do. He trusted Mary, she seemed genuinely able to do no wrong and wouldn't hurt him. Once they landed, Sanji paced a short distance from her before lighting up a cigarette. It was a force of habit. "You're too good to me, Mary," he said, though his voice was a lot more grim than usual, devoid of his usual squee around girls. "Thank you again."
WHERE: somewhere in New England where there's a preponderance of large boulders and not a lot of bystanders. MT. WASHINGTON? IDK!
WHEN: Saturday morning
WARNINGS: boulder death
SUMMARY: Mary offered to help Sanji discover the extent of his strength by chucking boulders at him. He's calling in the favor in order to safely let off some steam.
FORMAT: I call para!
Everything was just happening all at once. Sanji could handle stress like this, but the inability to act, to do something about his friends killing their friends, grated on him. He had approached Mary the night before to discuss something she had brought up ages ago - testing him, rather than sparring with him, since he didn't spar and refused to kick a lady even under peaceful circumstances. He wasn't sure he could hold back, anyway, and right now the only targets he could find to kick were inanimate objects.
He got up at dawn as if he were back on the ship anticipating breakfast for the crew, and left a note to the few stragglers who still ate lunch with him that they would have to fend for themselves that day. He trusted Mary's choice of location, not wanting any collateral damage. Dressed in his usual trousers and his shoes from home (the most comfortable fighting gear he had, oddly enough), he opted for just a plain black v-neck t-shirt to complete his ensemble. It was chilly, but Sanji had an internal heat of his own that made him not notice it so much. It was a fresh change after the storms the other day.
This spot would do. He trusted Mary, she seemed genuinely able to do no wrong and wouldn't hurt him. Once they landed, Sanji paced a short distance from her before lighting up a cigarette. It was a force of habit. "You're too good to me, Mary," he said, though his voice was a lot more grim than usual, devoid of his usual squee around girls. "Thank you again."