[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... )

[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... )

[There's a lone figure walking out of the forest when the first rays of dawn stream over the horizon, and he's got a pack slung over his shoulder; one that's used to an owner with white hair and a slightly broader build ( Read more... )

[It's a quiet evening out in the forest ( 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... )

[Hm. Unlike a few days ago, Sanji's very... not ragey, not angsty, not upset, and not pissed off. Lightning tag with Ginko apparently have that type of power. It helps that Luceti finally returned Usopp, Miyabi, and Mrs. Brisby, and delivered his personal kicking bag yesterday ( Read more... )

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Tch. Damn bastards took my cigs. [a growl that's both tired and almost slurred. It's probably a good thing he doesn't have his nicotine sticks, he doesn't need to kill himself faster] Ugh, shit. The hell did they--

Oi.

You shitheads better have not wasted the food I left. [Oh yes, Sanji is very much back. Someone might want to inform ( Read more... )

[The woods are not a place for kids to be walking around, especially at night ( Read more... )