Smoking is one of the leading causes of statistics.

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Characters; Sanji and OPEN
Time; Uh idk whenever, he's in the kitchen all day, so.
Location; The kitchen I KNOW BIG SURPRISE
Content; Shenanigans, also Sanji is trying to cope with a two week smoking ban on Chopper's command. Yeah, he's not happy about that.
Format; Prose or action, whatever suits.
Warnings; He sets himself on fire periodically and

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[ilcercatore]

It really didn't take all that long for Hijikata to settle into the school - his post onto the network aside, things had been relatively calm and normal... or as normal as it could be for having entered a school for mutants anyway. Even now the teenager couldn't quite come with terms just yet where he was in a place where there were people just like him - the years being stigmatized had made him jaded and cynical, and while something like this was a big step for him, it was still going to take a while before Hijikata was going to ever open himself to others here. Even if they were like him, he couldn't bring himself to trust them so easily just yet.

Regardless, now that he had his stuff settled down (not at a dorm room yet though, since his place was still being decided upon or something it seemed - not that Hijikata cared much anyway) the teenager had taken to wandering around the school in order to familiarize himself with the place. After all, it was going to be bad if he turned up late for his classes just because he got lost.

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Interested by the minor inspection he went under, Sanji combined this behaviour with he fact that he didn't recognize the kid with the black ponytail and distinctively Asian appearance to deduce that this must be a new student.

This information, however, was processed in the back of his mind, as the first thing he'd picked up with his refined sense of smell was the very recognizable scent of tobacco coming from the boy's clothes.

Damn damn damn and double damn, did the first guy he saw today have to be the devil's advocate?

Tapping a finger on the table with ill suppressed aggravation he nodded shortly. "Head chef, so happens. Can I help you?" He couldn't help his voice being rather biting; withdrawel aside, he'd never appreciated that people mistook his young age for lack of expertise.

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Only the very occasional smoker himself (though the teenager did have the slightest feeling that might change soon...) Hijikata never truly noticed the other's reaction to what he sensed from him. As it was, all he thought was that this guy - head chef, he had said - seemed to be really annoyed all of a sudden now. Then again, it certainly wasn't his business as to why the guy was annoyed. He was here for his own reasons.

Hijikata gave the kitchen a glance, as if looking around for something before he turned back to look at the man. "Where do you keep your mayonnaise?" came the (understandably strange) question almost out of the blue.

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Catering for students who were made out of rock, channelled lightning, were aliens or even dragons, Sanji had experienced his fair share of odd requests, but he had to admit that this was a new one, as he arched his eyebrow quizzically at the newcomer.

"Mayonnaise?" He nodded sideways at the fridge; "Should be some in there, but I can make some fresh for you if you like... but, er, don't you want something else?" He made a gesture with a hand- "You know, to put the mayonnaise on?"

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Hijikata was rather well-aware of the fact that his mayonnaise eating habits were quite out of there as well, but that certainly didn't stop him from continuing to eat it. It was his food that he was eating, so everyone else could just keep their comments to themselves. Besides, mayonnaise was a relatively delicious thing to eat - it didn't make sense at all as to why nobody found it as wonderful as he did. It was one of the best things ever made, damnit.

All that mental rambling aside though, the teenager briefly considered the possibility of eating his mayonnaise plain, but decided in the end it would fill him up as much as he wanted to. He could do that another time, like when he wanted a midnight snack. Nodding at the man, Hijikata replied. "...rice." That should do the trick, hopefully. He hadn't really eaten for a while already.

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"Rice... and mayonnaise."

There was an incredulous pause for a moment, before the cook simply shrugged; "Well, you're the boss- coming right up."

The man was as good as his word as well, as he set about the business in a series of motions so rapid that it was only just humanly possible to follow what his hands were doing, the actions so practiced that it almost didn't seem fair how quickly the eggs ceased their existence as eggs before transforming into the creamy white substance.

Placing a generously heaped bowl of fluffy white rice and an equally copious amount of freshly made mayonnaise in front of his client in a frighteningly short amount of time, Sanji seated himself, brushing down a lapel discerningly.

"Enjoy, I guess."

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...well, at least the man hadn't made any snarky comments he had gotten tired off already. Incredulous pause aside, Hijikata found himself not at all irritated by the cook's response and waited quite patiently for the meal to be made. One of the things he had been taught by his benefactor was patience, and while he wasn't exactly the picture perfect guy for it, the teenager found his tendencies of be distant quite helpful.

Though that certainly didn't stop him from blinking in surprise when the man finished making his meal within what seemed like seconds, and even the teenager was surprised - something he hardly seemed to be nowadays. Hijikata took a moment to look between the cook and then and the dish, back at the cook and then the dish once more before glancing back at the blonde man and nodded slightly. "...thank you

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It was always slightly gratifying to see someone's surprise at how fast he could work, but it was part and parcel of the job really- and having been taught on a ship, the essential nature of using food stocks quickly and efficiently had been hammered into him very effectively (as literally as you like, with Zeff's rather aggressively physical methods of teaching). He waved a dismissive hand in acceptance of the thanks.

"Sorry if I over did the mayo- it's light though; fresh eggs do that."

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Hijikata inclined his head slightly at those words, blinking once more yet again before he nodded. "Its fine." In fact, the teenager personally thought it was actually too little mayonnaise on it, but he could live with it for the moment. He had loads of opportunities to make up for this next time, anyway.

Grabbing a pair of chopsticks nearby, the teenager clasped his hands together in the traditional Japanese ritual and muttered out the usual greeting before he reached to grab his bowl and promptly started to wolf his meal with much zeal.

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Observing the very quintessentially Japanese procedure before the meal, Sanji's intrigue at the boy's ethnicity was shortly swallowed by his astonishment at the rate he was downing the bowlfull- certainly, the amount of mayonnaise didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

Watching with his jaw propped up by his hand, elbows resting on the table, he could only think to compare the enthusiasm to the finesse and zeal of a certain rubber-limbed individual he knew all too well.

"Blimey, the world isn't going to end in five minutes you know... and you can ask for seconds if you want."

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Barely listening to the cook's words, Hijikata continued to gobble down his meal at hyperfast speed while being hardly obstructed by the mayonnaise that was piled on top - if anything, it seemed like the teenager was eating the mayonnaise more than the rice itself.

All in all, it barely even took five minutes before he was done with the whole bowl, eaten fully clean as he held it out towards the blonde man and gazed at him as he spoke. "Seconds." A pause, and the teenager cocked his head to the side and added almost as an afterthought. "Thank you."

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Momentarily lost for words, Sanji suddenly broke out into an incredibly rare laugh, as he took the bowl off the famished student with an amused; "Sure thing."

Setting to work on a second, much more generous dose of mayonnaise as the next lot of rice boiled away, the cook sent the long-haired boy a curious glance.

"So, you got a name to go with that appetite, kid?"

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Watching the cook taking the bowl and moving around to make his next meal, Hijikata blinked at the man asked him for his name which made him promptly realize that he hadn't introduced himself. ...not that he was one for social niceties and such, but he had been taught to be polite to those who didn't make him annoyed, at the very least. And so far, this man hadn't done anything to really make him that all annoyed.

Nodding once more, the teenager looked at the blonde man before he responded. "...Hijikata Toshirou, in the Eastern format." While he really didn't care... much about how his name was listed around these parts, Hijikata himself generally preferred to call himself that way - 'Toshirou Hijikata' just didn't seem to stick with him as much as it could.

I feel so bad for tagging augh GO TO BED ;w;

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Sanji nodded sternly with a face that was only just able to keep straight- jeez, the kid certainly went in for formalities alright.

"Pleasure to meet you- just call me Sanji."

The second helping finish he slid it steaming under his guest's nose, the helping of mayonnaise notably increased from the last version.

"Didn't eat on the flight over, or 'you just got a fast metabolism?" Packing away the fat and carbs like that he was amazed the guy was as slender as he was.

NEVERRRR I AM BUSY SPAMMING ELSEWHERE ON THE INTERNET.

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Sanji, huh. That was a name he could remember easily... and he probably should, if he wanted more meals like these in the future. His benefactor was a good person, but even he always had to restrict him on the amount of mayonnaise that he ate back at the school. Even if Hijikata understood why that didn't make him fell all the better - mayonnaise should be eaten and treasured, damnit. People should be far more aware of how good it was.

Picking up his second helping, the teenager looked at the cook as he grabbed his chopsticks and readied himself to wolf down his almost imhuman serving. "I live in this country," he responded, having wondered for a moment about the plane thing before it clicked. "Didn't eat since last night; busy moving here for the morning." Saying that, he turned back to his bowl and wasted no time in starting to gobble down his meal once more.

OH WELL FINE THEN

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Mildly surprised at the revelation that Toshirou was from America, or at least had been living in the Western continent for a while, Sanji frowned in slight disapproval at his neglect of eating, although it wasn't exactly a huge crime.

"Hm, you ought to have something besides that then- no nutrition in that. Filling, yes, but you need some protein at least." Already heading over to the fridge he asked over his shoulder; "You a vegetarian or anything? Allergies?" He'd learned early on that it was best to double check with students before assuming anything- after all, just because a guy was two feet taller than you and had arms made out of steel didn't mean that liked beer over cola.