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

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[callmedora]

Dora peeked in the door before entering completely, smiling slightly at Sanji. "Wotcher. Mind if I take you up on that offer to hang out and get my mind off of things?"

She shoved her hands in her jean's pockets and stood awkwardly in the doorway, her purple hair matching the text on the t-shirt she was wearing.

[love_hurricane]

Turning around from cleaning the stove, Sanji gave Dora one of his best hundred-watt smiles as she entered the kitchen; any lady was always a welcome visitor, but ever since meeting her on the running machine he'd had an undeniable extra-soft-spot for her.

"Not at all, mademoiselle!" Zipping over to the table he pulled out a chair for her like a waiter at a restaurant; "Would you like anything while you're here?"

[callmedora]

Dora smiled at him even more and walked farther into the kitchen. "I don't want to impose on you... I'm just fine with sitting here and talking..."

She already felt bad about just being here and bothering him, she'd hate to make him make her something.

[love_hurricane]

Sanji would have been more than happy to make anything she wanted, and not just to please her; cooking was his vocation, not simply his job. Still, he was equally happy just to be a companion, and almost certainly more so, as he sat down on a chair himself with his smile unabated.

"Whatever the lady desires! You have anything in particular you wanted to talk about?" He knew there was something troubling her, but whether she wanted to talk about that specifically or simply wanted some simple conversation to keep her mind off it was entirely up to her discretion.

Hopefully, this cook is more trustworthy than the last one he met...

[silveradotides]

As this young man had taken it upon himself to wander about his new surroundings (after classes had ended), he eventually found himself feeling a peckish, and so he decided something to eat would suit him well. Making his way to the kitchen he considered what would be best to eat at that moment.

After he heard a response to his wrapping against the door, the young man poked his head through the door, looking about to make sure no other pranks awaited him. The pranks from earlier had certainly left his patience at a bit of a low point. Seeing nothing treacherous awaiting him, he walked through the door and let it close on it's own. Suddenly, he spied a man working about the room.

"Hey..." Jim had never been the best with introductions, "I was just gonna grab an apple or something, you don't hafta get up."

More trustworthy, yes, more violent? Also yes :|

[love_hurricane]

Looking up at the kid with the floppy brown hair and the perfected awkward-teenager pose, Sanji waved a hand in a suitably uninterested greeting.

"As it pleases you. 'Fruit bowl's over there." He nodded his head towards the surface in question.

Removing a piece of lint from his suit jacket lapel he added; "New, aren't you?"

If someone apps John Silver in this game I will be amazed.

[silveradotides]

"Thanks," muttered the youth as he walked over to the bowl, hearing the well-dressed man's question, he nodded at first; grabbing a red apple that happened to catch his eye.

"Yeah, got here a few days ago. Still trying not to get lost around here."

He began to wash the apple under the running water of the sink, glancing over at the person before him, "You work here? Or uh... are you a student?"

It would be glorious though. He'd have to meet Franky \o/

[love_hurricane]

Oh, good start there, Jim-lad.

Seething slightly at the question (although he couldn't deny he wasn't much older than some of the students here, the cook was more than a little tired of the observation that he was young for his position), Sanji couldn't quite suppress a twitch of his eyebrow as he replied curtly; "Staff."

Somehow pivoting the chair around on one of its four legs by pushing off from the table, he sat to observe the new-comer with disapproving curiosity.

"So, you got a name?" From the way he asked it might have been so that he could write it down in a list-of-people-to-kick-through-windows-later, but that was beside the point.