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"Sanji" Vinsmoke

Oi. Make it quick, will ya?

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i thought u used kanji...

[this uncultured heathen]

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... We do, but... if you count Japanese written with English characters as alphabet, we have four.

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do i need a goddamn phd before i can type this language

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It is said to be a very difficult language to learn, yes.

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well i'm just here for the kicking emotes

so guess i'll make it work

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[ Thanks for the interest in his native tongue, Sanji. ❤ ]

I promise it won't be as difficult to work around the keybord as you're assuming it is. I can show you, if you're really struggling.

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[YOU CHOSE TO DATE THIS ASSHOLE.

... Also Yusuke you fool]

oh?

that request good for today?

[says the guy who hasn't even downloaded the keyboard]

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[ What's the saying? Blind attraction...? ]

Luckily for you, I've just finished the piec I was working on.

[ And the longer he can stop thinking about having to draw Souji a body pillow of his cat, the better. ]

I have time.

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[Wowowow Sanji is more than just an impressive specimen of muscles]

then i'll get started on that chicken

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[ It’s too early to say Love is Blind, give me some credit... ]

I have to clean up my workstation. Give me half an hour or so, I shouldn’t be too long?

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alright

i'll leave the door open for u

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Okay.

[ So cleaning up the workstation is second nature to him, but he's absolutely going to be longer than half an hour. Because he's going to be distracted by Her Royal Highness, Chou, demanding pets and affection.

Just check the living room, Sanji. ]

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... Weren't we just talking about how spoiled this cat is?

[Spoken right behind Yusuke once Sanji realizes it's been 40 minutes instead of a half hour, voice amused and also pointed as he brandishes a spatula against his hip]

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[ Oh. Hello.

Once he's managed to coax Chou into his arms, he stands up, kitten and all, and turns to face Sanji and his threatening-not-at-all-domestic spatula. ]

Yes, but... she was very determined to be petted.

[ See how she purrs? She was desperate. Probably. ]

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[He's very tempted to steal his cat back before Yusuke gets the wrong idea here, though it's hard when Chou slowly opens and closes her eyes in that way that means she's enjoying herself.

Bah.]

I'm starting to feel neglected here.

[Who the hell are you dating, Yusuke??? Him or his cat??? He's gonna eat your portion of chicken out of spite.]

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[ The truth has come out. Secretly, he’s just dating Sanji for access to his cat. His cover is blown. ]

She greeted me first, so she is getting attention first.

[ But, he does step forward close enough to press a kiss to Sanji’s lips. Chou may bat her paws against his chest in protest at being slightly trapped between the two of them but shh. She’s had her moment now. ]

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[He'd make an amused jab about being busy in the kitchen making Yusuke his food already domesticated but the kiss is enough to shut him up. He hums, presses back for a beat, and then steps out of the way before Chou starts squirming in dissatisfaction.

He's also grinning wickedly like an asshole who got what he wanted]

Oi oi, see? Now she's jealous. You've created a monster.

[WHO IS THE TRUE MONSTER IN THIS APARTMENT, SANJI]

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[ Well at least he's now learned a way to get him to shut up. Hehehe.

And, hey. It's not like Yusuke got pushed into doing something he didn't want. Everyone's a winner. ]

To be fair to me, I have not had the long-standing influence on her that someone here has...

[ Here Sanji, take your spoiled daughter. ]

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[Said daughter who immediately claws her way up to Sanji's shoulder, balancing with precision and then beginning to meow insistently in his ear.

His reply is in French, a soothing flow of words as he scratches under her chin until she stops with the complaints]

Yeah, but trust me when I say she loves to bother you in particular.

[Likely because Chou can get Yusuke to drop EVERYTHING to pet her and she knows it. He huffs in amusement before turning for the kitchen]

Oi, c'mon, you're not a guest anymore so help me finish up.

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[ She is a spoiled, but very clever daughter. Sanji must be proud of her. ]

I will take that as a compliment, then.

[ Oh. ]

Is that how it works, then [ Still. ] What is it you need me to do?

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Plates and glasses first. I got most of the cooking done already.

["Most" of it, which includes the chicken pieces cooling on a plate, a humble but filling side of white rice, and what looks like a construction site of cubed salmon mixed in spices and sesame seeds. Next to that sits a bowl of diced cucumbers, avocados, and green onions, and once in the kitchen, Sanji makes a beeline for his unfinished project]

You like salmon?

[HE SURE HOPES SO because that's on the menu]

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[ He's looking at all of the food. "Most"... what is there left to do? ]

All right. Over here, yes?

[ He's already bee-lining for for the cupboard. What a good boy. ]

And yes, I like salmon. I'm assuming that's on the menu as well?

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Yeah, recalled some recipe from my memories and thought I'd give it a try.

[Efficiency bleeds into his tone as he returns to his preparations, voice firm as he puts down the spatula and begins massaging more of the marinade into the chunks of salmon. On top of his shoulder, Chou watches with rapt interest, balanced carefully with her little head dipped for a closer look]

All that's left is slicing one more avocado and then building the plates.

[Building, he says, like he's in the middle of constructing masterpieces]

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Oh... so you didn't just remember everything at once, it's been filtering through in stages?

[ ... He's only heard of skillsets coming back mostly intact - things like languages, for example.

Well he's learned by now that cooking is a form of art in and of itself, so building doesn't sound like a strange verb to him. ]

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[At that, Sanji's hands slow, tossing the salmon like it's a salad to make sure all the surfaces are coated. He gives a little hum]

Y'know what, I can't tell.. maybe it was always there, but I didn't know until I went looking for it.

[It's difficult to express just how massive his past life's techniques were. In that way, it is like recalling a language, except one that's utilized in very specific instances.]

In any case, thought this one would pair pretty good with the chicken. [Light vs dark in both appearance and taste.]