[... Was that a stiff breeze brushing against his back? Oh, no, it was Richard flopping on top of him. Who weighs less than air, apparently. The tips of Sanji's mouth take a sharp turn south.]
'M makin' you breakfast 'n the mornin'. [Here's to hoping Richard is too drunk to argue before Sanji focuses on the task of standing. Leaning back, he braces both of his arms underneath Richard's legs and hauls them around his waist. Only once they're secure does he suck in a breath and start the long, laborious journey of climbing to his feet.
It takes him approximately 75 seconds, but hell, does every second stretch out for eternity. But Sanji is the one standing triumphant at the end, drunken king in tow]
[action, August 12th] ROFL Luna I almost thought I was writing porn. What is this thread.
'M makin' you breakfast 'n the mornin'. [Here's to hoping Richard is too drunk to argue before Sanji focuses on the task of standing. Leaning back, he braces both of his arms underneath Richard's legs and hauls them around his waist. Only once they're secure does he suck in a breath and start the long, laborious journey of climbing to his feet.
It takes him approximately 75 seconds, but hell, does every second stretch out for eternity. But Sanji is the one standing triumphant at the end, drunken king in tow]