ledbythewind | APPOINTMENTS POST

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APPOINTMENTS POST

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GO NUTS.

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Give me a pillow instead and we'll call... call it even.

Hn. You always this much offa demanding drunk?

[Give him a moment while he considers this.

... a long moment.]

[TAKE YOUR TIME, YOUR MAJESTY. Sanji will still be here, waiting patiently and wondering if he will ever reach a state of inebriation that makes him forget you're a guy.

#ThingsSanjiWonders]

[STILL THINKING.

At last, hark! A glimmer of recognition!]

... what was the question?

[/KANYE SHRUG.]

Hell if I know. [He got distracted by strands of Richard hair in his face - which leads him to question #2]

Why d'you keep your hair so long?

I always thought it looked prettier this way.

[That probably wasn't quite the word he would've gone for normally, but it does fit. Even with shorter hair, he'd never really be able to pull off looking that masculine.]

[Ugh. That word again. It's the bane of his existence.]

Tch, got that right. [His lack of a brain-to-mouth filter atm is also the bane of his existence]

Does that mean you like it?

[Oooh, a compliment. Richard is no stranger to getting those, but it means a lot more when it comes from someone he actually knows rather than a stranger.

Sanji thinks his hair is pretty~]

It-- [His mouth closes, then opens again. Closes. Opens. Repeat three times]

It... suits your... [He starts making random gestures he hopes will illustrate his point, because fuck if he knows what it is anymore] You. Your face. Your... Your you.

[Good thing Richard is equally drunk at this point and thus this rambling attempt at a compliment makes perfect sense to him!

... either that or he's just distracted by those random gestures. It's hard to tell.]

Yes, I think so too.

[Why is it so hard to remain upright...]

Good. [He doesn't know why he says "good" - at this point, the chef swears his mouth has a life of its own, and the rest of him is just along for the ride. He also starts to lean some of his weight back against Richard, the alcohol slowly winding him down. Either he drink more to refuel his insanity or he consider that "go to bed" option he's heard is all the rage this time of night]

Hey, you th'nk you c'n walk?

[The answer to that question becomes obvious when that leaning proves to be enough to unbalance Richard and topple him right off his stool and onto the floor with a startled sound and a thud. He's not hurt, but he just sort of lies there as if trying to figure out why he's suddenly staring up at the ceiling.

Plz hold.]

[Sanji's holding, alright - onto the table, that is, before he topples over himself. That last bit of unplanned movement sends the room spinning, nearly loosening his grip with devastating consequences.

But no, damn it, this evening has been gay enough. He doesn't need to find himself spilled out on top of the other guy... Though he will lean over once his vision clears, trying to find the words that will sum this up.]

Damn it, Richard.

[Close enough.]

[Right now Sanji is little more than a vague blond blur blocking out some of the light-- not that Richard minds because it's kind of hurting his eyes. He just blinks up owlishly at his friend and manages a crooked smile, still thinking this entire thing is rather entertaining.]

Was this my fault?

Yes. [Immediate and automatic response is immediate and automatic. Now let's see if Sanji can figure out a way to stay standing while he shimmies out of his seat.]

G'nna hafta carry you.

[Fortunately Richard seems perfectly happy right where he is and isn't making any moves to stand up or do... anything else, really. It's nice down here on the floor. Things don't spin quite as much when he focuses on the ceiling!]

[Richard, you lazy shit. Making Sanji do all the hard work. Lucky for both of them the chef has been blessed with shonen balance - despite many, many unstable steps and a slight wobble in the knees, he doesn't once topple over.

... This doesn't help him with getting Richard off the floor, however. After spending a considerable amount of time just staring down at the other, Sanji finally toes his side]

Oi.

[It takes Richard a considerable amount of effort, but he finally manages to roll over onto the side that Sanji just poked and look up at him with an expression that can best be summed up as "but why did you do that?"]

... yes?

[He doesn't see what the problem is.]

Time to leave, Richard. [And don't give him that face, not during Sanji's struggle to make this easy on both of them.

But how to do this? There's always the sack of potatoes method... except nah, that would put too much pressure on Richard's stomach and he'd probably heave over the both of them. Then no one will be happy.

Maybe bridal style-- ahaha, haha, ha... ha. No.

Sanji sighs and uncrosses his arms, leaning down to capture one of Richard's hands.] 'M gonna pull you up. Then you climb on my back.

[Piggy back ride it is]

[Sorry Sanji, Richard is having a little trouble processing things at the moment. He can't quite figure out why you're holding his hand like that, meaning that instead of trying to stand up, HE'S going to try to pull Sanji down to his level much like he did with Hubert oh-so-long ago.

Gosh, if Sanji wanted to be down on the floor too, he could just have asked. Richard is all too happy to help on that front!]

[Fuuuuu--

Sanji's magic balance only accounts for when there are no other present factors to take into consideration - which is just a fancy way of saying Richard sends the drunk chef toppling over. That would normally be uncomfortable in its own right, but uh, seeing as he was right in front of him before the moment of falling, and suddenly he is felled, it's not the floor he lands on.

For the record? Richard is too bony to be comfortable, making it a shame that Sanji can't transform curse words into pillows]

[That sound that Richard just made? That may have been a squeak. Not a very intelligible squeak, granted, because it's difficult to make any sort of sound when you're having the air squashed out of your lungs, but a squeak nonetheless. Good thing he's used to being a (bony) pillow by now given how often Isamu has landed on top of him when their horseplay has gotten somewhat out of hand.

But still. Owww. HE'S SORRY ABOUT THE HIP BONES, SANJI, he knows those are kind of deadly weapons. He tries to squirm out from underneath the chef, but given how drunk he is and the fact that all of Sanji's weight is currently on top of him, it's not very successful.]

O-oi, would you stop fuckin-- [He abruptly cuts off his strangled plea, attention caught by the squirming and how it's resulting in a tangled mess of limbs and awkwardness. Really, of all the ways to end a night. Sanji's certain there's a god of irony out there that exists solely to shit on his parade.

His only salvation is being comparatively less drunk than his friend. While Richard struggles, Sanji unhooks one of their legs, redistributes the weight to his arms so for a brief moment he's hovering over him, and then simply rolls off to the side, flopping ungracefully to his back. Cue a deep sigh (sob?) of relief.]

[So much for this whole thing not getting any gayer. Richard's sorry about this, really-- or he would be if he were even aware of anything besides "oww, can't breathe." At least that aspect is alleviated when Sanji finally manages to flop off him with all of the grace of a beached whale. (Then again, given that Richard is currently doing a very accurate impression of a fish out of water, they're pretty evenly matched.)

It's clear this is going nowhere fast.]

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