She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry [OPEN]
Characters; Sanji and OPEN
Location; The kitchen, bet you didn't see that coming.
Time; Anytime (but let's say Sunday onwards due to a certain Mr Spicer getting blown up incident for no real reason.)
Content; Chef having a minor fail episode, come poke the denial bunny.
Format; Anything you like!
Warnings; This guy. 8|
The question as to whether Sanji was a highly accomplished and hard working chef was not a difficult one to answer, and anyone who so much as dared to question the fact that he was would have been shown the error of their ways in jaw-dropping style, via banquet or footwork, depending on the accuser and his mood at the time.
No, it was hard to find any one thing to complain about the enthusiastic cook's culinary skills, and yet... lately his food hadn't had that magic spark that it usually had. It was still undeniably excellent, but...
He put down the knife in vexation, the cabbage he'd been assaulting with liquid-smooth cuts falling into its bowl in shreds as fine as straw, but still not as fine as he'd meant them to be. What was wrong with him? Everything was fine, he was fine! So, some things had happened lately that had been a little odd. Or maybe even extremely odd. Or perhaps you could call them excruciatingly odd, but that was just part of the job description here, right? It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with these sort of shock-encounters or emotional roller-coasters before, he covered those practically everyday! Letting it affect his work was simply... unprofessional. That was it, he was just being too soft on himself.
Still, it was a very clownishly lachrymose sigh that preceded his continued production of food that was almost painfully brilliant, but still not as brilliant as usual.
Sanji may have been a fantastic chef, but he was terrible at admitting when something was troubling him.
Location; The kitchen, bet you didn't see that coming.
Time; Anytime (but let's say Sunday onwards due to a certain Mr Spicer getting blown up incident for no real reason.)
Content; Chef having a minor fail episode, come poke the denial bunny.
Format; Anything you like!
Warnings; This guy. 8|
The question as to whether Sanji was a highly accomplished and hard working chef was not a difficult one to answer, and anyone who so much as dared to question the fact that he was would have been shown the error of their ways in jaw-dropping style, via banquet or footwork, depending on the accuser and his mood at the time.
No, it was hard to find any one thing to complain about the enthusiastic cook's culinary skills, and yet... lately his food hadn't had that magic spark that it usually had. It was still undeniably excellent, but...
He put down the knife in vexation, the cabbage he'd been assaulting with liquid-smooth cuts falling into its bowl in shreds as fine as straw, but still not as fine as he'd meant them to be. What was wrong with him? Everything was fine, he was fine! So, some things had happened lately that had been a little odd. Or maybe even extremely odd. Or perhaps you could call them excruciatingly odd, but that was just part of the job description here, right? It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with these sort of shock-encounters or emotional roller-coasters before, he covered those practically everyday! Letting it affect his work was simply... unprofessional. That was it, he was just being too soft on himself.
Still, it was a very clownishly lachrymose sigh that preceded his continued production of food that was almost painfully brilliant, but still not as brilliant as usual.
Sanji may have been a fantastic chef, but he was terrible at admitting when something was troubling him.