CHARACTERS: Sanji and cute girls ANYONE LOCATION/SETTING: The cafeteria DATE & TIME Anytime this week, between meals WARNINGS Cussing, cantankerousness, excessive flirting SUMMARY: The new guy does all the cleaning. FACT.
[He straightens up, quickly brushing a hand over his clothes, and grins at the little girl.] I wasn't angry. Just frustrated that those little sh-kids wasted food and left it plastered to the table.
[Sanji freezes halfway through a particularly creative curse (not only does that particular foot placement sound particularly difficult, it's also probably illegal in several countries) and looks over at the doorway, annoyance changing quickly to guilt. He should really start ranting in French - real French and not that cheap imitation he was just doing.]
Oh, uh... just a little frustrated. Nothing to see here, move along...
Technically Fang was dropping in just to snag some food for later: normally she ate dinner back at her place, but her fridge was woefully empty. It was one of the ways living in town could be inconvenient, but she still preferred that way. Especially when she could pick something up from the cafeteria or the underground.
She grinned when she heard Sanji's curses, however: talk about dinner and entertainment. And though she just knew she was inviting trouble, she interjected: "Now that one just ain't possible. I don't care how flexible you are. Points for creativity, though."
Straightening immediately at the sound of the angelic voice behind him, Sanji dropped his rag and spun on his heel, grinning in a sheepish-albeit-lovestruck way at the woman before him.
"A-ah, Miss Yun! I didn't hear you come in! My apologies for my more... course language."
Looking exceedingly apologetic, he gestured at the kitchen. "Allow me to make it up to you however you like. A snack perhaps? For you I would find even the nectar of the gods to sate your palate!"
Fang waved off the apology before he'd finished speaking; she was lax about enforcing the language rule on students, why should she care about the faculty? As for that offer... "Nah," she said easily. "Leave that stuff to the gods; it's not for me." She didn't mind Sanji's manner - it might be a little elaborate for her tastes, but at least he seemed sincere. That went a long way with her.
Her grin grew and she tilted her head slightly. "Though I did come in here for something to eat, if it's not any trouble. And it doesn't sound like I'm tearing you away from your lost love, so at least I won't feel guilty about that."
"Oh, no, trust me, nothing to feel guilty about here." He quickly waved that notion off, then pulled the plastic gloves off with a snap. "Nothing would make me happier than to leave this to make you something. So tell me..." He started to walk toward the kitchen with a slight spring in his step. "What would you like to eat today? Anything at all, I can make it!"
Jazz yawned as she stepped through the cafeteria doors. It was mid-afternoon and this was the time she almost always got a little sleepy. But there was very napping she could do during school hours. So either chocolate or coffee would perk her right up. Surely the school cafeteria would have one of those, right?
The sound of Sanji's curses however, woke her right up.
Sanji whirled around at the curious noise, mouth snapping shut mid-curse. He hadn't meant to be running his mouth in such a way, especially not in front of such a gorgeous woman. Suddenly smiling like an idiot, he waved off the last few minutes of monologuing.
"Hello, Mademoiselle!" He sure hoped it was mademoiselle. "My apologies for any off-color remarks you might have overheard. Is there something I can get for you? A drink? A snack? Golden apples from a forbidden garden?"
Sanji was right, it was mademoiselle. "G'afternoon~" She replied cheerfully. "Don't worry about it, it's fine. We're both adults here." Jazz has honestly heard worse elsewhere. "Though ya might wanna watch it when the kiddies are around. Dun wanna be accused of corruptin' our fine youth."
"As ta what Ah want...nothin' so special as apples from the Garden of Eden. Just a cup of coffee'll do."
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[He pauses in his furious scrubbing to blink at the newcomer, then grins sheepishly.]
Aaaah... hi there.
[Way to corrupt the children, dunderhead.]
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[He straightens up, quickly brushing a hand over his clothes, and grins at the little girl.] I wasn't angry. Just frustrated that those little sh-kids wasted food and left it plastered to the table.
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You don't sound happy.
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Oh, uh... just a little frustrated. Nothing to see here, move along...
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And might I know the name of such a gracious young girl?
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She grinned when she heard Sanji's curses, however: talk about dinner and entertainment. And though she just knew she was inviting trouble, she interjected: "Now that one just ain't possible. I don't care how flexible you are. Points for creativity, though."
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Straightening immediately at the sound of the angelic voice behind him, Sanji dropped his rag and spun on his heel, grinning in a sheepish-albeit-lovestruck way at the woman before him.
"A-ah, Miss Yun! I didn't hear you come in! My apologies for my more... course language."
Looking exceedingly apologetic, he gestured at the kitchen. "Allow me to make it up to you however you like. A snack perhaps? For you I would find even the nectar of the gods to sate your palate!"
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Her grin grew and she tilted her head slightly. "Though I did come in here for something to eat, if it's not any trouble. And it doesn't sound like I'm tearing you away from your lost love, so at least I won't feel guilty about that."
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The sound of Sanji's curses however, woke her right up.
"Hmmm?"
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"Hello, Mademoiselle!" He sure hoped it was mademoiselle. "My apologies for any off-color remarks you might have overheard. Is there something I can get for you? A drink? A snack? Golden apples from a forbidden garden?"
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"As ta what Ah want...nothin' so special as apples from the Garden of Eden. Just a cup of coffee'll do."
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As far as he was concerned, the males of the school were bad enough, but he decided not to voice that out loud.
"A cup of coffee? Coming right up!" He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a steaming mug that smelled lightly of cinnamon. "Here you are!"
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