She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry [OPEN]

[love_hurricane]

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|

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[cosimrubber]

Always eager to assist the chef in matters of taste-testing, or perhaps just plain making sure that everything was immensely enjoyed and utterly eaten beyond repair, Luffy had decided it had been more than an adequate amount of time since he had last plagued visited his favourite room and member of the staff.

Barging in through the door with as much forewarning and glamour as your average bull entering a china-shop, the straw-hatted boy seemed to teleport over to a seat at the table, summoning a knife and fork to his rubbery hands to sit looking uncommonly like a hungry yorkshire-terrier puppy.

"Saaaanjiiii~! I just finished combat practice and it was really awesome and I learned I can do this really cool thing with my fingers but that doesn't matter really anyway can I have some food please please please because I'M HUNGRY~!"

[love_hurricane]

Acknowledging the raucous entrance with barely enough of a motion of the head to be counted as a nod, the cook's hands started work on Luffy's fare before the fast-delivered request had even left the boy's lips.

"Yeah yeah yeah, here you go."

Landing a rack of lamb on the table that could have easily fed five men several times Luffy's size, the blond slung himself on a chair next to his friend-come-future employer, draping an arm over the back of the seat whilst taking advantage of the distraction.

"Good lesson, was it?"

[cosimrubber]

"Yeah!"

This was all Luffy had time to spare to answer before chirruping a "thank-you-for-the-food" so fast that it might as well have been a rapid whirring noise, diving on the meat as if he'd just survived a three year famine.

The following elaboration was rather difficult to understand, due to the ravenous pupil attacking the meat much like a very enthusiastic hyena; "Wellmph, I gotta new ideanmffrwhen y'were talkinghchaom nomabout fishin netsh, an..."

A spectacular event occurred. One that was unlikely to repeat itself in the future of either participant's lifespans, as Luffy paused his onslaught on the food, tilting his head quizzically at the (undeniably delicious) meal as if it had just got up and spoken to him.

[supremeweek]

"Oi, Eyebrow, you got a tub of garlic I can use? I need ta--"

Franky's call paused as he entered the room, taking in a bizarre scene before him. Luffy, in front of a plate of food, without it being in the process of getting shoved in his mouth. The carpenter faltered a moment, nudging his shades with a thumb and blinking.

"Whoa. Dude, did you finally snap an' poison the little guy?"

[screwedinmind]

[Rolls in on his chair]

Excuse me, is there any coffee?

[love_hurricane]

[Huh? That didn't sound like someone walking i- woah, okay, that's new.]

Sure. What kinda you after? Mechanical oil-flavour or decent Italian roast?

[screwedinmind]

Black will do, thank you.

[love_hurricane]

[Nods and walks past the coffee machine, pointedly- he doesn't have a good relationship with that thing B|]

So what's with the screw through your head? [Yes, he noticed. No, he is not going to be subtle about it.]

[strippin2win]

Don't look now Sanji but there was a kid walking into your kitchen in only his boxers. To make matters worse he had a cigarette poised on his lips. But he didn't seem to really pay it much mind as he hummed to himself and went to route through the fridge. He didn't want to bother you while you worked after all. He just wanted a little something to eat. Maybe an apple or something to hold him over till lunch.

[love_hurricane]

Aware of the sound of bare feet on the tiles, Sanji had looked around expecting to see Franky, but his confusion as to why the cyborg is re-visiting him so soon is replaced by rather brain-bent bewilderment.

"Er... Kid? I think you forgot something."

Blink.

"Namely your clothes."

[strippin2win]

Gray eased back out of the fridge to straighten out his back and quirk a brow at the blond, holding an apple in hand. "Huh?"

He then glanced down at himself, blinking once before his jaw dropped in disbelief. It was the middle of day, had it been night time he could have possibly gotten away with it, but... well...

Needless to say that cigarette fell out of his lips and he did some impressive juggling try to catch it before it fell on the floor. He caught the cig but his apple ended up hitting his toes and rolling away under a table instead. He cursed, hopping on one foot and quickly leaning against the counter. "Ow..." Rub, rub, rubbing his toes and frowning, cigarette going back to his mouth for a long drag and a sigh.

[love_hurricane]

Watching the entire spectacle with an expression of half-amused ,half-disapproving confusion, Sanji decided that going to fetch the apple would spare him a few moments of having to look at this... unfortunate situation.

"If that's a side-effect from smoking then I'm going to quit today."

He stood up, polishing the apple absently on his lapel; "Do I even want to know what's going on here?"

No real reason, indeed! (this is Tuesday-ish, he needed a few days to recover from the head trauma.)

[jackbotsattack]

The infirmary staff was, simply put, baffled with Jack Spicer.

The concussion he had sustained was pretty bad, enough that he had been forced to stay in bed and rest for two days. He had obeyed easily enough (had to respect the authority of the doctors, after all!), but it hadn't been long before he started petitioning to be let out of the infirmary. There was so much good to be done in the world, he was just waasting time in bed that he could be spending helping others! And, of course, taking up a bed that could be used to help a truly sick person.

And, as far as the infirmary staff could find he wasn't sick. His concussion, as stated, was bad,/i>, but there wasn't any serious brain damage, nothing that could cause such a radical change in personality and demeanor. But no matter how many X-rays were taken and scans run, it appeared that, minus the concussion, Jack Spicer was perfectly healthy

(Well yeah he did kind of ALMOST DIE from the looks of it 8|)

[love_hurricane]

Sanji, considering the length of time he had been in service at the peculiar institute, had seen and experienced his fair share of the utterly bizarre and down-right surreal.

Still, this did not prepare him for what was undoubtedly one of the weirdest things that had ever happened to him, period.

It didn't help that it was located around his waist.

"WHA-?! Jack what the hell get off me!"

Conducting a very awkward dance for a few paces, his inability to dislodge the clinging student resulted in him having to listen to what the leech had to say, which only served to make the situation even more mind-boggling.

"... are you trolling me?" He looked rather as if he hoped Jack was.

Lmao, trolling. (Well, I didn't MEAN for it to be that bad, Avie sorta ran away with it...)

[jackbotsattack]

"Trolling? Oh no, why would I ever do that?" Still clinging just as hard to the chef (if not more so, to counteract his attempts to escape), Jack nodded his head earnestly. "Well, maybe my old self would have done that, but not the new me! I've turned over a new leaf. A good one!"

To prove his point, he released Sanji, stepping back and holding out his arms so the other man could full appreciate his sweater vest and khakis (where he'd gotten them was a mystery) and his smoothed down hair (with the bandage wrapped around his head wound still there). Oddly enough, his bizarre make-up was still there, but other than that he looked like an entirely different person.

"I understand if you don't trust me after all I've done, but I mean it! I'm good now!"

[love_hurricane]

More grateful for his release than words could adequately describe, Sanji took the opportunity to view this 'new Jack' and decide that either he was asleep, or that Jack had gone mad (or he had, but he didn't really need that idea on his mind right now).

Still, despite this assault of utterly bewildering information that was contrary to everything he'd known about Jack Spicer up until now, one thing that did register was the bandage wrapped around the kid's head, as the cook attempted to hand-wave the frighteningly polite manner of speech he'd been addressed with.

"S-sure, whatever... but, what happened to your bonce?" He tapped a temple indicatively; "What, did you try giving yourself brain surgery to make yourself smarter or something? Did Mod do that to you?!" He looked alarmed- the suggestion was probably beyond what the unpredictable teacher would do to a student, but it wasn't exactly beyond imagination.

BECAUSE I'M LAZY...I choose action this time around

[bigdaddyzgirl]

[It's spring, and a certain someone is in a very springy mood today. Lottie quite literally waltzes into the kitchen and hugs Sanji from behind.]

Hey Sanji! How are you today?