[Just look at this eager face, Yusuke. Look at it.]
I'll make one with your face, you make one with mine. It's like those painting sessions you do with your partners, expect we're going the extra shitty mile here.
I have made ones for friends, and that was weird enough. And this is not like painting, the skill involved is on an entirely different level. Most of the time you can save and edit the same template for this, whereas a painting requires working from scratch and devoting time and attention to it on a whole other level--
[There's probably some rule that says you shouldn't give your boyfriend an aneurysm, but hell, once Yusuke starts ranting about the merits of painting over body pillows, Sanji just
loses it
fuckin guffawing into Yusuke's shoulder with an arm covering his stomach]
[... So Sanji isn't a complete idiot, he can read between the lines and so begins to sense his humor might be outstaying its welcome. If it were anyone else besides Yusuke, his inability to give a shit would be palatable, but...]
I don't want it.
[His smile brightens as he moseys over, and plants a kiss on Yusuke's cheek. Because he's an affectionate asshole]
I want the experience of creating something memorable with you.
[ He has made so many body pillows, let him rest... :c ]
...
[ Sanji gets another flat look, even through the kiss on the cheek. Once Sanji pulls away, Yusuke steps forwards to bump his forehead against Sanji's and, after a moment, looping his arms over Sanji's shoulders and around his neck, loose and comfortable. ]
You are implying I would rather spend the evening with your likeness on a body pillow?
[ He'd have to beat Yusuke to the burning it part, because it would be immediate. ]
Hm. I wonder.
[ He leans in, pressing his own kiss to Sanji's mouth. ]
Less an alternative, more continuing with what I know is good. [ This. Actually spending time with his physical boyfriend, and appreciating that time, not time spent with an image on a pillow. ]
Sanji almost wants to ask his boyfriend to wait a second while he goes to get the calendar, he wants this date marked in case no one believes him later]
When he returns the kiss, on the lips, it's with unspoken affection and the silent promise that he'll drop the body pillow argument (for now), Sanji's arm going to wrap around the narrow waist and keep the other close.
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[ There’s a flat look. ]
This is something I would like to distance myself from, instead of continuing indefinitely.
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[Yusuke you can't expect this tire fire of a boyfriend to give up that easily]
This could always be your last order. And think of the money you'd be making off your boyfriend.
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[ He is RIGHT HERE... c’mon... ]
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[Just look at this eager face, Yusuke. Look at it.]
I'll make one with your face, you make one with mine. It's like those painting sessions you do with your partners, expect we're going the extra shitty mile here.
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I have made ones for friends, and that was weird enough. And this is not like painting, the skill involved is on an entirely different level. Most of the time you can save and edit the same template for this, whereas a painting requires working from scratch and devoting time and attention to it on a whole other level--
[ Stop him. ]
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loses it
fuckin guffawing into Yusuke's shoulder with an arm covering his stomach]
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The merits of painting are not something to be laughed at.
[ He's absolutely poking Sanji in the side. RI-fuckin'-P. ]
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O-oi, the sides are off-limits--!
[Fuck. Now he's laughing and dodging away, hands held up in surrender]
I wasn't laughing at painting, alright?
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[NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERD]
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... ...
[ He just pokes his opposite side. ]
Oh dear, my hand slipped.
[ D E A D P A N ]
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It better never get out that Sanji retreated to avoid being tickled. He's on the other side of the room now, expression flat]
See, the only way I'm gonna recover from this shitty abuse is if we start on those body pillows today.
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[ Yusuke shifts his weight slightly, and folds his arms. ]
Really though? The only way?
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I might never recover otherwise.
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[ What’s cooler than cool?
Ice cold. ]
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[SANJI REALLY HOPES YUSUKE DOESN'T THINK HE'S GIVING UP]
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[ D R O P IT ]
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Is it that traumatic drawing my likeness on a body pillow?
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... A little. Also wondering why you want a body pillow of yourself. That sounds like narcissism, when I consider it.
[ (Editor's note: read in the whiniest voice possible): If you love yourself that much why don't you sleep with yourself, mister. ]
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I don't want it.
[His smile brightens as he moseys over, and plants a kiss on Yusuke's cheek. Because he's an affectionate asshole]
I want the experience of creating something memorable with you.
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...
[ Sanji gets another flat look, even through the kiss on the cheek. Once Sanji pulls away, Yusuke steps forwards to bump his forehead against Sanji's and, after a moment, looping his arms over Sanji's shoulders and around his neck, loose and comfortable. ]
You are implying I would rather spend the evening with your likeness on a body pillow?
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[He'd burn it if he thought Yusuke was giving it more attention anyway :)
But it's stated with a chuckle, and he darts in to kiss Yusuke's cheek again, lingering closer for the hell of it]
But fine, fine. What would you consider a better alternative?
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Hm. I wonder.
[ He leans in, pressing his own kiss to Sanji's mouth. ]
Less an alternative, more continuing with what I know is good. [ This. Actually spending time with his physical boyfriend, and appreciating that time, not time spent with an image on a pillow. ]
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Sanji almost wants to ask his boyfriend to wait a second while he goes to get the calendar, he wants this date marked in case no one believes him later]
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When he returns the kiss, on the lips, it's with unspoken affection and the silent promise that he'll drop the body pillow argument (for now), Sanji's arm going to wrap around the narrow waist and keep the other close.
Before:]
Mm, wasn't I supposed to be feeding you?
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