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"Sanji" Vinsmoke

Oi. Make it quick, will ya?

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[ He is absolutely writing some of these down, yup. ]

Oh, I have permission to recount this part of the conversation to her?

[ Hmm, hmm. ]

A flea? Of all the creatures that could be used, a flea...?

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[Sanji, a fuckin adult, sticks his tongue out with no one to see him.] Yes, you have permission.

... I mean, that one's kinda cute.

Je t’aime ma petit puce -- rolls right off the tongue.

[fabrefactions]

How kind. [ Bleh. ]

It sounds cute until you know you're calling someone a flea. Why not something more impressive? Or traditionally cute, if that's the tone wanted...

[concasse]

So damn hard to please. But fine, how about Pioupiou?

That sounds cute, right?

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I am already starting to suspect it is not.

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Bird noise.

Chicken, I think...?

[Still sounding more amused than he should be]

C'mon, there's gotta be one you like.

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...

[ CAN UNIMPRESSED STARES BE AUDIBLE? ]

None of your offerings have exactly been impressive.

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[Don't worry, Sanji's sighs take up the space.]

Mon chéri.

It means "my darling".

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[ thank you for your hard work. ]

And for a moment there I thought I'd been lied to about that "romantic language" thing by Haru for over a decade.

[concasse]

It's plenty romantic. We got over a hundred terms of endearment.

Just happens that a lot of 'em are food, animals, or random noises that sound cool without shitty context.

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Like flea. And cabbage.

[ Seriously. ]

I certainly feel swept off my feet, well done.

[concasse]

[DOT DOT DOT...]

Dieu, tu dois être célibataire.

[MOVING ON.]

Well say it to some cute girl and who knows? You might still get the results you want.

[Pause]

Or guy.

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I am fine, thank you.

[ why though ]

[concasse]

[... Sanji truly doesn't know what else he expected besides that.

And asking it just too fuckin easy, so.]

Then why am I telling you all this good shit if you're not even gonna use it properly?

[fabrefactions]

[ asking the main point in French gets you no andwers ]

Because languages are strange, but interesting.

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Another form of art?

[NEEEEERD.]

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There is art involving words, yes. Poetry and such. But languages are just interesting - a lot use the same, or a very similar alphabet, yet are so very different from each other.

[ I mean, yes. But also RUDE. ]

[concasse]

Alright, fair.

[Clucking his tongue, then muttering to himself]

Guess I better count this one as a loss.

[Being obtuse on purpose: the Sanji way. Whatever, he'll figure out the answer, damn it.]

Anyways, go finish your shit or whatever you were--

[... Wait.

Wait.]

Humor me. When's the last time you ate?

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[ Sanji: still zero
Yusuke: ∞ + 1 ]

.......

[ Oh. Uh. A good question. ]

... I ate breakfast.

[ It's only, like, midday. Right?

...

Right?? ]

[concasse]

[It's almost 5 in the goddamn afternoon]

Shit, at least eat before you start.

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[ ... Time is an illusion anyway. ]

I need to get this finished though. While the idea is fresh in my mind.

[concasse]

Really?

Pray tell how long it's gonna take you to finish?

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[ How long is a piece of string. ]

...

... I'd estimate at least three hours, if I paint consistently.

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"At least".

[meaning if he ends up painting ten, technically he didn't lie.

Fuckin artists]

You're really telling me you can't shove a salad down your throat in five minutes or some shit?

[REMEMBER THOSE DAYS WHEN SANJI SAID HE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT YUSUKE'S EATING HABITS]

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...

If I'm honest, even if I made a sandwich and put it next to me I would probably forget it was there.

[ yeah but then he played himself and friendship happened, RIP. ]