[Someone doesn't appreciate what he's stuck in.

It's not the main outfit he's got a problem with, either, like the pants and shirt - being more comfortable than half the shit he's seen. Even the questionable headpiece that puts his masculine pride on the line, he can deal with.

But. The shoes. Or what the fuck ever they are.

Oh ho, he's ( Read more... )

[Usually, Sanji deems exercise and practice as activities to conduct by oneself. Easier to concentrate that way, especially when you consider the company he keeps ( Read more... )

[There's a menace prowling around your forests and your town, Luceti.

Well, not a menace, per se, but the feline stalking through the streets and the trees is in a lousy mood. It's no house cat, either, ranging longer than four feet if you don't count the long tail swishing angry patterns through the air ( Read more... )

[Amongst the many, panicked voices coming from the journals this morning, anyone paying attention will hear Sanji's own cussing up a tornado before it cuts out completely ( Read more... )

[This isn't the first time in a week Sanji's slipped out of slumber, indicated by the immediate clarity of his surroundings when his eye opens. No blank moments, no gaps in understanding. No sudden shutdowns where he goes right back under.

He's completely awake, and that's noted with paramount relief.

... And under house arrest, if Nami's last ( Read more... )

[someone's in a sour mood. It'll happen when one of your friends is going to die, another friend is an optimistic shithead out of touch with reality, another friend is comatose, another friend's gotta be informed her brother hates his guts, and you yourself are having a terrible time catching more than four hours of sleep a night ( Read more... )

[Only reluctantly has Sanji been roaming the forest on his usual walks. It's hard for him to feel comfortable when he sees all manifestations of bugs and whatnot crawling, flying, swirling, and just existing, with no regards for his personal space. Sanji's already kicked a few of the bastards away ( Read more... )

[He's already seen Irim's announcement, and guessing that girl to be his opponent from that evening offers some relief - she's not hurting others or herself anymore.

Now, that just leaves him to work with his skewered foot and two bleeding wounds. A damn good thing he's a shounen hero or he might be worried.]... Nami-san. My apologies, but it ( Read more... )

[Have you ever heard Sanji curse, Luceti? Yes?

Well, have you ever heard him roar with fury when something messed with his kitchen? For most of you, the answer will probably be a no. And the best way to sum it up is anyone listening in will be hit with a sudden desire to back the hell away for fear of getting kicked through space and time.]Shitty ( Read more... )

[There's a distinctive grunt over the journals as a very familiar chef marches through the forest, sounding tired as hell, irritated that he probably missed his captain's birthday, and slightly loopy from those drugs. Ah sedatives.]

Damn bastards, I liked that pair of shoes.Hnnn. So ( Read more... )