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
( Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another. )
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
( Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another. )
He considered stubbornly refusing to drink it, but not being entirely stupid, he knew the freaky curlbrow was right; he needed the sugar.
"Um. Yeah," he muttered, taking the cup. The fact that the cook was even offering and had gone to the trouble of making hot chocolate despite his obvious dislike was throwing Jack off a bit. He was beginning to remember why he usually kept company with his robots rather than venturing into society.
He took a sip and nearly gagged on it, still naseaus. He choked it down, took a breath, and then drank again. It went much easier this time.
Setting the cup down with quivering hands, he glanced back up at the cook, unsure what to say. He could make a snide remark about his eyebrow or something, but he didn't want a repeat trip to the floor. As such, he said nothing and tried to mentally convey his dislike.
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Satisfied that he'd taken in the fast acting carbohydrate well enough, the cook extracted a cigarette from his breast pocket and champed down on it. He would have lit it, but he was still in the kitchen, and besides that there were bloody smoking ban regulations in enforcement all over the school. It was still a source of bitterness for him, but he didn't want to force his habit on kids, and Jack still looked pretty groggy, so he'd go without for now.
There was a slightly less-than-comfortable pause.
"...Y'alright now, kid?"
His face clearly said that it wasn't a question asked out of concern for Jack's health, shut up- just part of the procedure. I mean, he was a member of staff after all, and he didn't want the idiot throwing up his good food all over the place.
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He shrugged. "Yeah, I'm good." He glowered. "Unless you knock me in the floor again."
Subconsciously he spaced his feet apart, almost to brace himself, and rocked in his seat a hair to be sure all the legs were flat on the ground. Now that the pain from his shoulder was receding, he realized his head hurt, and he didn't want it to be pounded into the floor again today.
OOC: Shameless self-plug, but this is a fine example of my Sanji torturing ways. XP Also, guess who forgot to spellcheck her last post and can't spell nauseous. Derp.
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Rolling the unlit tube of tobacco between his teeth lightly he looked at the ceiling for a while. It wasn't like he regretted the way he behaved; it'd probably toughen the kid up a bit, and it wasn't like this school was going to treat him nice. The world was a harsh place, and no matter what specialization Jack's mutant gene gave him, that was enough for him to be put at even more risk from it. Handling him with kid gloves would be unrealistic and, in the end, more cruel.
... Still, dislocating a student's shoulder on their first visit to the kitchen wasn't exactly going to leave a great impression.
He sighed in complete annoyance as he muttered upwards; "Sorry. My bad."
[[OOC: Ooh, I may read that if I ever have the time! Ironically I'm pretty awful at reading fanfic though ;w; mainly I get scared off by fanbrats tbh XD]]
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He hadn't been expecting an apology, no matter how reluctantly given. Wasn't it an enemy's job to hurt you and then not apologize for it? Not that Jack was sure the stupid cook could be considered an enemy this soon after meeting, but still...
He bought time by drinking more of the hot chocolate before answering.
"Yeah, well... you should be," he finally snapped, but it was seriously lacking in malice, and Jack angrily sucked on the drink some more.
OOC: ^^ You don't have too, it's just case-and-point. Actually, the stuff in 30 Days with Sanji is probably better, less angsty mostly and more random. And I am scared by fanbrats as well, but I hang within a small sphere of good writers, mostly here on LJ, and they are all awesome. ^^
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Sure, the kid was a royal pain in the behind, but at least he wasn't a complete wuss, and he seemed to have good taste in food and drink at least. He was going to need a little work, but whatever, Sanji had put up with worse before now.
Stepping away from the table he set about washing up the plate from the dessert, leaving the kid to recover from his symptoms and finish his drink without having to worry about conversation. It wasn't like Sanji was overly keen on talking to guys anyway.
[[OOC: No no, I will try to! I'm just terrible at doing it all in one go- I tend to take ages over it ^^; RP is more instantaneous and involving, I guess, so I can keep up with it *is a failboat like that*]]
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Still, he guessed the cook wasn't all bad...
No, no, no! What was he saying? He was Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius! He was supposed to hate everybody!
...Right?
Of course that was right!
...I need out of this school...
He scowled hopelessly into his drink before taking more sips, wondering how the cook had figured out he liked caramel so much, anyway. It must be some kind of subterfuge; the guy could read minds or something.
After he had drained the rest of it, he put the cup down and stood up on much more steady legs. "Well... I guess I should... go now," he said somewhat lamely.
OOC: Noooo, don't read it all in one go; that'd be mind-numbing. XP And I understand that! ^^ But I like both, especially since I'm in a bunch of fic challenge comms; those are REALLY fun. XD Also, I assume this thread is nearing its end?
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Either it was just a poor choice of words or a deliberate slight, but either way the cook waved in a disinterested way over his shoulder, busying himself with putting away the cutlery and rearranging a bit of the stock which had come under the scrutiny of his student cilentele. It wasn't like he wanted to kid to feel chased out of the room, but he figured Jack had already seen enough of him for a (very eventful) first encounter. He had a feeling it was going to be very far from the last time he saw the goth kid with the red hair and goggles at any rate.
- for some reason it briefly occurred to him that he should dedicate himself to preventing him and Moddy from ever meeting, but he dismissed the notion.
Some things were just inevitable.
"Feel free to stop by when you want."
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He was trying to think up an appropriately biting comeback as he made his way to the door, when the cook's next statement stopped him in his tracks, his boots scuffing the floor with a squeak.
"...Psh, whatever. Don't expect that to happen anytime soon," he tossed over his shoulder.
Then he left the kitchen repeating his earlier note to self: I need out of this school.
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