Are you being served? [OPEN]

[love_hurricane]

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

Comments

He'll meet Robin soon, for now, have a spazzy kid in need of MORAL GUIDENCE or at least a snack

[jackbotsattack]

Jack had hit a snag with the robots, one that he probably wouldn't be able to work out unless that Bleeker kid came through on the parts. In the meantime, he had decided to start work on Lucy's lasers, but for designing he always liked to have some sugar in his system. Of course, there weren't any junk food in his room, so he had decided to sneak into the kitchen in search of some.

It was just his luck that the cook was in there.

"Uuuuh," he began intelligently. "Any chance a guy can get a snack around here?"

"not so smooth"? *looks back at movie 7* *giggles like a loon*

[jackbotsattack]

Jack scoffed at that assumption. As if he would need school to help him with anything! He proceeded to tell the stupid cook as much.

"As if," he snorted. "I don't do school; I develop my tech my own way."

He finished the last of the miraculous pudding and then leaned back in his chair, pulling the spoon from between his lips with an obnoxious smack. "I'm only here because my parents forced me to come."

what do you mean Sanji is so smart with computers B| also AUGH SORRY LATE reality is mean atm

[love_hurricane]

Incredulous eyebrow quirk executed, Sanji felt a strong temptation to give the upstart 'light' tap between the ears with his heel as the bragger lounged back in his chair, but instead settled for a more fitting approach as he sighed, leaning against his hand.

"A~ah, what a terrible strain that must be for you. Force can be manipulated so unfairly like that..." A tiny flick of his toe under the leg of Jack's chair ensured that it toppled over backwards with little difficulty.

"-Take gravity, for instance."

Augh, sorry for lateness, 4th of July and other such things.

[jackbotsattack]

Jack could only let out a rather unmanly yelp as he tumbled backwards, flailing to try and keep his balance but not succeeding. He crashed to the floor, extending an arm to the floor to catch himself, and it collided with an interesting popping nose before the rest of him followed, his head last with a nice thud that left his ears ringing.

Well, no one ever said he was particularly hardy.

"Owww..." he moaned, watching the roof spin above him. When it finally stopped, he sat up slowly, rubbing his skull with his hand.

"Jeez, what'd you do that for, you... AAH! IS MY SHOULDER SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE THAT!?"

Indeed, his shoulder was thrust forward more than was natural. Probably dislocated.

OOC: Because Jack is a fragile guy... Idk, I just like messing with both of them. XD

That's okay I've been hella busy myself ;w;

[love_hurricane]

Initially the cook's expression changed to a satisfied smirk as the hopeless kid got what he (by Sanji's standards) rightfully deserved, which then changed to a long-suffering unimpressed look as he started whining, which changed to confusion, and finally settled in alarm with a suppressed hint of guilt.

"Ah..."

Righting the chair and shunting it out of the way with a looping motion of his foot, Sanji bent his knees to squat down next to Jack to look at his arm properly- the blond wasn't a medic, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that, no, Jack's arm was not supposed to look like that.

"Damn, what the hell are you made out of? Glass?!" He sighed resentfully to cover up the slight flutter of panic that had jumped on him, as he set about loathly picking the kid up off the floor with his arm under Jack's good shoulder.

"Come on, we'd better get you put back together, the infirmary's not far off."

S'all good. Life > roleplay.

[jackbotsattack]

"Not glass," Jack muttered in annoyance. Now that the initial shock of seeing his shoulder was over, he was going back to his normal disposition. He allowed Sanji to haul him off the floor, but then shrugged the cook's hand off, which admittedly wasn't the best idea; shrugging in any capacity only made his shoulder hurt so badly tears sprung to the corners of his eyes.

But didn't get any further. Nope. No further than that.

"The infirmary?" he repeated, a bit of an edge in his voice. Doctors, not one of his favorite things. "Can't you just... pop it back in?"

Sadly :<

[love_hurricane]

Sanji's eyebrow posed in the perfect sarcastic 'uh-huh' position, as Jack's denial of being made of glass was hardly backed up by the very clear signals of pain he was suffering. The chef hadn't actually dislocated anything himself, but it wasn't the first time he'd seen it (or caused it, but he wasn't about to go and say that out loud), and he knew it wasn't a comfortable experience.

Still, it wasn't with sympathy that he reacted to the boy's request, as much as it was slightly horrified bewilderment.

"Me?!" He looked entirely reluctant at the prospect; "Listen kid, I may be a good cook, but I'm no doctor. Come on- I know one of the guys who works in there and he's a real expert, he'll have you back in one piece in no time." Perhaps he was a little responsible for getting the kid into this mess, but he wasn't exactly eager to make the situation worse by trying to fix it himself.

[jackbotsattack]

Jack's triumph at freaking the cook out was greatly dampened by his throbbing shoulder. Still, he allowed himself an inward smirk at Sanji's reaction. He just wishes he were this cool.

"Don't be such a pansy," he snapped, as though it were actually Sanji's shoulder that needed to be relocated. "It's not like I haven't fixed worse myself."

Which was true; when you worked on evil machinery on a daily basis, things tended to malfunction, catch on fire, and blow up around you often. He knew how to treat all kinds of burns and lacerations, and he had even researched how to reattach fingers should he ever need to (though thankfully he hadn't... yet). Granted, he had never fixed a dislocated shoulder, but he was pretty sure one just had to pop it back in the joint, like in the movies.

And it would make him look so cool, too, he bet, to just be able to pop it back in. As long as he didn't throw up and had enough Advil to put him in a coma afterward...

[love_hurricane]

Had he not been so incensed by being called a 'pansy', Sanji might have been slightly impressed at the kid's attitude towards the situation (he had honestly been expecting him to outright burst into tears or threaten to sue him or something). As it was any trace of shock or guilt utterly disappeared from his countenance, as he walked Jack over to the wall with an ominous; "Right then. You asked for it."

Standing the patient with his good shoulder to the wall he put his hand on the other, realigning the joint regardless of Jack's reaction to this rough treatment. He'd seen Zeff do this to certain members of the staff more than once, how hard could it be? Feeling the ball and socket to be in the right place he gave a minimal amount of forewarning.

"Ready?"

Not that it mattered if Jack was, as the cook gave his shoulder a sharp but very firm shove, the joint relocating itself with that same slightly odd popping noise.

Is it sad that Jack's shoulder making an "odd popping noise" makes me laugh? XP

[jackbotsattack]

"Oh, hey, you don't have to be so-aahnhyungaugh!"

Jack's protest trailed into pained gasping as Sanji wrenched his shoulder into place. His eyes squeezed shut and tears leaked from under them as he writhed against Sanji's hands and bile rose in his throat and he felt a little - no, a lot - like the entire right half of his body was going to rip off...

And then it was over, the pain receding immediately into a tolerable ache.

Jack gulped and slumped against the wall. "S-see? No... n-no problem."

Please ignore that his pale face had turned slightly green and that his entire body was shaking, especially his knees and hands, and that his eyeliner was starting to run a little.

Only about as sad as the fact that I am bawwing over his reaction ;A; I'M SORRY JACK SANJI IS MEAN

[love_hurricane]

Holding him still until he'd done recovering from the worst of the pain, Sanji took the lack of actual screaming to mean that the operation had been a success. Brushing his hands off with mild distaste he watched the unfortunate student slide down the wall with an expression of pure contempt.

"Tch, 'could've fooled me. You want me to get your powder mirror out of your makeup bag to fix yourself up?"

Really, the kid was trying to act all tough, but he looked like he was going to pass out or something...

Oh no, that would not do at all.

Hoisting the wretch up like a quivering rag doll he dumped Jack unceremoniously back on the chair- like heck was he having the kid fainting all over the place. Setting to work in another blistering series of movements, tantalizing aromas and clinking noises, the cook turned around in a matter of seconds to present him with a hot chocolate dosed up with extra marshmallows and caramel syrup. He nodded at it.

"You need a good dose of sugar- eases the shock."

Nooo, don't do that, it makes me feel bad for being unsympathetic to my muse! *pats Jack's head*

[jackbotsattack]

Whatever biting reply Jack had for the powder mirror comment was abruptly cut off by Sanji hoisting him up and tossing him in a chair. He made an only half-intelligent complaint before the cook was off again, working on something in the kitchen. He sank into the chair and watched with hostility as Sanji returned, carrying a steaming mug of something that smelled delicious

I'm just as guilty ;; Sanji is such a target for schadenfreude

[love_hurricane]

Resting his hips against the edge of the table, Sanji kept a stern eye on Jack to make sure he managed to get a proper amount down his throat- it was lucky that Jack had decided against refusing the drink, as he would have been swallowing it anyway, voluntarily or not.

Satisfied that he'd taken in the fast acting carbohydrate well enough, the cook extracted a cigarette from his breast pocket and champed down on it. He would have lit it, but he was still in the kitchen, and besides that there were bloody smoking ban regulations in enforcement all over the school. It was still a source of bitterness for him, but he didn't want to force his habit on kids, and Jack still looked pretty groggy, so he'd go without for now.

There was a slightly less-than-comfortable pause.

"...Y'alright now, kid?"

His face clearly said that it wasn't a question asked out of concern for Jack's health, shut up- just part of the procedure. I mean, he was a member of staff after all, and he didn't want the idiot throwing up his good food all over the place.

Haah, I'm guilty for more than my fair share of Sanji torture; you should see the collab I'm doing..

[jackbotsattack]

Jack blinked at the question, but nothing about Sanji's face said he actually cared. AND he had a cigarette out. A chain-smoking, curly-browed, emo haired freak. Who cooked.

He shrugged. "Yeah, I'm good." He glowered. "Unless you knock me in the floor again."

Subconsciously he spaced his feet apart, almost to brace himself, and rocked in his seat a hair to be sure all the legs were flat on the ground. Now that the pain from his shoulder was receding, he realized his head hurt, and he didn't want it to be pounded into the floor again today.

OOC: Shameless self-plug, but this is a fine example of my Sanji torturing ways. XP Also, guess who forgot to spellcheck her last post and can't spell nauseous. Derp.

But it's CANON he is failwin! XD I mean, that dress...

[love_hurricane]

Sanji's hair was not emo, it was chique, Sanji would have had Jack know, but as had been previously stipulated Sanji did not possess the ability to read minds, so he just sneered back at the reply (although with notably less venom than before).

Rolling the unlit tube of tobacco between his teeth lightly he looked at the ceiling for a while. It wasn't like he regretted the way he behaved; it'd probably toughen the kid up a bit, and it wasn't like this school was going to treat him nice. The world was a harsh place, and no matter what specialization Jack's mutant gene gave him, that was enough for him to be put at even more risk from it. Handling him with kid gloves would be unrealistic and, in the end, more cruel.

... Still, dislocating a student's shoulder on their first visit to the kitchen wasn't exactly going to leave a great impression.

He sighed in complete annoyance as he muttered upwards; "Sorry. My bad."

[[OOC: Ooh, I may read that if I ever have the time! Ironically I'm pretty awful at reading fanfic though ;w; mainly I

*sinks in emo corner* People keep reminding me of that... *prods mushroom*

[jackbotsattack]

Take one young gothic brat bent on world domination, add severe rejection issues, bake at a temperature of general hostility, let cool and then add one apology, begrudging or otherwise, and what you get is blank staring and utter confusion.

He hadn't been expecting an apology, no matter how reluctantly given. Wasn't it an enemy's job to hurt you and then not apologize for it? Not that Jack was sure the stupid cook could be considered an enemy this soon after meeting, but still...

He bought time by drinking more of the hot chocolate before answering.

"Yeah, well... you should be," he finally snapped, but it was seriously lacking in malice, and Jack angrily sucked on the drink some more.

OOC: ^^ You don't have too, it's just case-and-point. Actually, the stuff in 30 Days with Sanji is probably better, less angsty mostly and more random. And I am scared by fanbrats as well, but I hang within a small sphere of good writers, mostly here on LJ, and they are all awesome. ^^