Are you being served? [OPEN]
Character: Sanji and OPEN
Location: Amazingly the kitchen
Time: Whenever you like, come on, he's the cook
Content: Sanji finally has a moment of peace and quiet on his hands, COME BOTHER HIM
Format: Starting in prose, but whatever works!
Warnings: Typical derpage and/or raeg flailing. Depends on who you are :Db
"A-aah!"
The slim-built chef collapsed back on a kitchen chair, feet clopping onto the homely wooden slats in a descriptive manner; he'd been run off them for days after the flu crisis, and only today had the work eased off enough for him to sit back and relax for a moment. Stretching his arms luxuriously he gave a rueful smile as he felt his back untie itself; he couldn't say he resented it. He'd been driven near insane when he'd been ill, not from being cooped up with that bucket-head cyborg with that infernal rubber kid trying to help out, but mostly from knowing that there was cooking to be done, people to feed, appetites to sate. The infirmary staff had even had to chase him back to bed once or twice after he'd tried sneaking out when he was starting to feel better, but eventually he'd been admitted a clean bill of health and had practically flown back to his work station. Since then it had been non-stop service, but now; now he had a precious instant to recollect his senses.
*Knock knock*
... then again.
Another tired smile slid up the side of his face, before he craned his head back to reply in a not-uncheerful manner; "It's open!"
It was good to be back.
Location: Amazingly the kitchen
Time: Whenever you like, come on, he's the cook
Content: Sanji finally has a moment of peace and quiet on his hands, COME BOTHER HIM
Format: Starting in prose, but whatever works!
Warnings: Typical derpage and/or raeg flailing. Depends on who you are :Db
"A-aah!"
The slim-built chef collapsed back on a kitchen chair, feet clopping onto the homely wooden slats in a descriptive manner; he'd been run off them for days after the flu crisis, and only today had the work eased off enough for him to sit back and relax for a moment. Stretching his arms luxuriously he gave a rueful smile as he felt his back untie itself; he couldn't say he resented it. He'd been driven near insane when he'd been ill, not from being cooped up with that bucket-head cyborg with that infernal rubber kid trying to help out, but mostly from knowing that there was cooking to be done, people to feed, appetites to sate. The infirmary staff had even had to chase him back to bed once or twice after he'd tried sneaking out when he was starting to feel better, but eventually he'd been admitted a clean bill of health and had practically flown back to his work station. Since then it had been non-stop service, but now; now he had a precious instant to recollect his senses.
*Knock knock*
... then again.
Another tired smile slid up the side of his face, before he craned his head back to reply in a not-uncheerful manner; "It's open!"
It was good to be back.