ledbythewind | APPOINTMENTS POST

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APPOINTMENTS POST

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GO NUTS.

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[Just keep your toes away from his groin, good sir. He'd hate to have to drop you on your ass. Though as for the request--]

Sure. [He answers before his imagination is kind enough to supply an image, and boy does his nose wrinkle. There are few foods as foul-smelling as natto, though Sanji can stomach it when necessary. But on toast? Ugh, and does he want it topped with some type of shitty cheese or--]

You really like that stuff? [Honest question. Sanji is hoping the answer is no, and he can get away with a "proper" breakfast of eggs and toast, maybe some pancakes.

Food not designed to destroying taste buds, essentially.]

[No worries there; he barely has the coordination to figure out how to get them around Sanji's waist in the first place, much less do anything else with them. He'll just be hanging there like the gawkiest koala ever-- one that is 90% legs, in other words.]

Yes, there's nothing quite like the taste of natto on toast. If only everyone else could understand how wonderful it is...

[Why does everyone hate it so? Okay, so it smells like three-day-old socks, but it tastes delicious, really! (Or maybe his taste buds are just broken, who knows. He's never thought too much about this.)

That's a "yes, that's what he wants for breakfast," by the way.]

Don't think the problem's everyone else, Richard. [Sorry bro. Your natto tastes like shit - this coming from the guy who will eat and make just about anything.]

But alright, I'll make it for you. [Pause] So long as the girls don't mind the smell. [After a brief grunt in which he hoists Richard a little higher along his back, the chef starts a very - very - slow stumble for the door. Drunk or not, he has no illusions about how long this walk home will take. It takes nearly all his concentration keeping his legs from crisscrossing.]

That's very kind of you.

[Sanji gets a... well, it was supposed to be a sort of hair nuzzle, but it turned into something more like Richard just rubbing his face against Sanji's hair. It's okay, though, because Sanji's hair is surprisingly soft and Richard is quickly distracted by this fact. He'll be behaving himself, at least for now.]

[Sanji's only reply:] I'm a chef.

[The hair... nuzzling (?) is distracting on both ends, though thankfully not enough that Sanji runs into any buildings - and enjoy that watermelon scented shampoo, Richard, because Sanji's enough of a man to use girly-scented products whenever the fuck he wants.]

Oi. No eatin' m'hair. [Y'know, just in case he was thinking it]

[Considering that Richard smells like honeysuckle, this is just a bouquet of manliness right here, yep. It does smell rather edible, but thankfully Richard isn't so far gone yet that he'd try something like that.

Yet.]

Now why would I do that?