WHO: Sanji and Usopp
WHERE: the streets around the MAC
WHEN: Tuesday morning/noonish
WARNINGS: ridiculousness?
SUMMARY: Usopp is a horse! Centaur. Whatever. Sanji's here to help.
FORMAT: idk whatever I start with para
After Eleanor had left them, Sanji stood back with his hands on his hips and sighed. Whatever the hell was messing around with people this time, he didn't know, and would worry about later. Right now the more pressing need was to figure out how to get Usopp back into his apartment - or, if that wasn't possible, to find a place for him to stay while in this form.
It was no use. Sanji couldn't think without a cigarette. He reached into his trouser pocket, pulled out his tobacco purse, and went about lighting one. Ahhh much better. "So," he said to start. "What in the world are we going to do with you now, Usopp?"