36th dish - voice;japanese

[baratiesbest]

[The feed clicks on and the first thing that transmits is a pained groan followed by what can only be the cracking of stiff joints. The cook sounds a bit disoriented and just a little pissed off.]

Fucking hell... let's never do that again.

Ace. I'm going to fucking kill you.

[ooc: long story short, Sanji got hit by Anemone's mero mero beam and spent

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[pilot_princess]

[And once she wakes up a bit from her half-drunk stupor and hears him, the tears once again start and she runs over to ambush the cook with a hug.]

Saaaaanji! You're not a roooock! I'm so sor-hic!--rryyyy!

[they can have little grandcommentlogs of their own too~]

[pilot_princess]

She can!

[Anemone nodded, and that uneasiness on her feet seemed to kick in with the moment. She gripped hold of Sanji's shirt, mumbling for a moment as she leaned against him.]

I know... I just want to make sure I keep knowing. That's why I'm going to watch you cook.

[before you know it you can have your own commentlog football team]

[baratiesbest]

[Whoa, there we go! He tightened his grip a little in an attempt to hold her steady but in the end it just seemed easier to slip both arms around her shoulders and hug her. She definitely looked like she could need it.]

Fair enough... stay as long as you like, Miss Anemone. ♥

[He paused for a moment, still a little disoriented from that 24 hour time loss. What had he been doing? What needed to be done? And then it hit him- ]

Do you still want me to make you something sweet~?

[Why football? I wanted to start a commentlog chess league.]

[pilot_princess]

[A hug was definitely nice, and Anemone just wrapped her arms around him and smiled, shutting her eyes for a little. Here was definitely a nice place to be.]

Thanks, Sanji. I like staying with you.

[She mumbled into his shirt, slipping back into her cloudy stupor as she held onto him. He was definitely fine, and she was pretty content not having to worry. Relaxing came easily under the influence of alcohol. At his question, she tilted her head up and gave him a sleepy-eyed glance, then smiled and nodded.]

Sweets... Yesssh please!