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
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Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another. )
After he heard a response to his wrapping against the door, the young man poked his head through the door, looking about to make sure no other pranks awaited him. The pranks from earlier had certainly left his patience at a bit of a low point. Seeing nothing treacherous awaiting him, he walked through the door and let it close on it's own. Suddenly, he spied a man working about the room.
"Hey..." Jim had never been the best with introductions, "I was just gonna grab an apple or something, you don't hafta get up."
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"As it pleases you. 'Fruit bowl's over there." He nodded his head towards the surface in question.
Removing a piece of lint from his suit jacket lapel he added; "New, aren't you?"
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"Yeah, got here a few days ago. Still trying not to get lost around here."
He began to wash the apple under the running water of the sink, glancing over at the person before him, "You work here? Or uh... are you a student?"
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Seething slightly at the question (although he couldn't deny he wasn't much older than some of the students here, the cook was more than a little tired of the observation that he was young for his position), Sanji couldn't quite suppress a twitch of his eyebrow as he replied curtly; "Staff."
Somehow pivoting the chair around on one of its four legs by pushing off from the table, he sat to observe the new-comer with disapproving curiosity.
"So, you got a name?" From the way he asked it might have been so that he could write it down in a list-of-people-to-kick-through-windows-later, but that was beside the point.
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Hearing the rather displeased response of the cook, he rolled his eyes when he wasn't looking; Great, another would-be pretty boy with the disposition of an agitated bear. "Jim," spoke the young man, just before he took a bite into the apple, wiping some of it away with the back of his hand.
Jim's defense mechanisms kicking in, he couldn't help but egg this preening duck on, "Guess they must have you working pretty hard today, huh?"
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Re-aligning the cuff of his sleeve beneath his suit absently he replied in a nonchalant enough way; "Mm, 'could say that." Although there was the strong implication that it was somewhat more than that, but that it didn't bother him, because he was capable and cool and collected, and Jim obviously wasn't.
Implied, mind. Not said.
Flicking his gaze back up at the boy called Jim, the cook nodded at the apple lightly. "You sure that's all you want? I don't mind whipping something up for you."
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Taking another bite, Jim chewed a bit before he spoke, his mouth still somewhat filled with apple, "Naw, you don't hafta bother..." he looked away from the cook and gazed out a nearby window, "Unless yer the type that likes to please people..."
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"If they deserve it, sure. You, however, seem dedicated in the opposite specialization."
He leaned his jaw against his knuckles in a contemplative way.
"Tell me; does it take very many years to learn to be so obnoxious, or does it come naturally to you?"
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"Seems to come easily enough, though," The young boy's brow furrowed, "Thought of applying it as an extra mutant power of mine," his eyes not leaving his opponent.
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"I guess you must get angry at yourself an awful lot if that's that case... you must have some other reason you managed get in other than being insufferable though."
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"First off, I got no reason to be angry with myself," His tone became noticeably angrier, "The problem I have is with people like you. Some strutting peacock who thinks himself as some kinda gift to the world. Taking any kind of remark, made by MISTAKE, and taking it like some kinda great insult. I thought I might be rid of people like you when I left home to come here.. but I guess not."
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He crossed a leg over his knee, his toe bouncing up and down to some amused but still distinctly aggressive rhythm.
"Ha~aah? 'It never occur to you that the fact you keep finding people who react the way I do is because you behave the way you do?"
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"What have I done to deserve any of the treatment you're giving me?!" his tone revealing just how angry he had become, as he hopped off of the counter and took a step or two towards the curly brow-ed cook "All I did was mistake YOU for a student here! YOU'RE the one who decided to take it as some kinda grievous offense!"
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The aforementioned curly-bow arched in mild surprise, but Sanji didn't budge an inch, simply waving a dismissive hand.
"Jeez, don't flatter yourself, if you think that's what I took it as then you could call hitting my with a paper doily grievous bodily harm- take a sedative already." The amused smile had been replaced by an unimpressed warning look; this kid was way in over his head if he thought he was going to try intimidating the stubborn chef.
"You got quite a lip on you, just mind your manners before I hafta beat some into you."
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The boy's fierce look began to wan, and replace itself with a rather confused look. He looked on at the cook, who hadn't even budged, let alone reacted aside from a rather intimidating look he shot him.
The best the youth could do at this point was stammer a bit and bring a hand through his hair as he attempted to process what had happened.
Finally, he could only help but nod his head, a slight chuckle even attempted to build in his throat, as he eventually returned the cook's order.
"Sure," he leaned against the counter again, but didn't hop up to sit upon it, "Yer a stickler for manners too, huh?"
His tone was no longer confrontational, as he punctuated his sentence with another crunch from biting into the apple.
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"In a zoo like this you've got to keep a firm hand about some things to make sure it doesn't get too insane; I'm the chef, this is the kitchen. Everything that goes on in here and the dining room does so according to my rules."
The rather stern and lecturing tone broke off after this along with a smirk; "Not that I like following them myself on the whole, but etiquette and consideration for others is a different matter."
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