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"Sanji" Vinsmoke

Oi. Make it quick, will ya?

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[ THIS IS TERRIFYING, PLEASE DO NOT. ]

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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[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]

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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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[B E T R A Y A L]

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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... Was laughing at you having to bullet point why painting's higher art than body pillows.

[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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[BOI.

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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Yet, it is because of body pillows we're here now.

[ Yusuke shifts his weight slightly, and folds his arms. ]

Really though? The only way?

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Absolutely.

I might never recover otherwise.

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I’m sure you will manage.

[ What’s cooler than cool?

Ice cold. ]

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It's like you don't give a shit about my health over here.

[SANJI REALLY HOPES YUSUKE DOESN'T THINK HE'S GIVING UP]

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I will go out and purchase you some vitamins, if it will help.

[ D R O P IT ]

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Oi, c'mon, Renard~

Is it that traumatic drawing my likeness on a body pillow?

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[ Somehow knowing that he wants a body pillow of himself is just... worse. So much worse. ]

... 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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[... 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.

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[ 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?

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Hell no, pretty sure you made that point clear.

[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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[ 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. ]

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[... Did Yusuke just successfully flirt with him?

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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[Heh.

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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[ Oh. That’s nice.

And yes, if he’s kissing him then there can be no talk of body pillows or anything remitely like it. Wonderful. When Sanji pulls back, Yusuke frowns a little, tugging almost sulkily at his shirt front. No, come back. ]

Were you?

[ To be honest, that’s usually the case. But... he can’t remember. ]

It seems as though we got sidetracked talking about less than important things.

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I was trying to take this relationship into new and interesting territory.

[LIKE THE PITS OF HELL, that's a nice vacation spot, right? But fine, he'll at least be a gentleman about this and pepper Yusuke with kisses again, likely guiding him backwards... toward the couch... because if Yusuke is the one leading this party for once, Sanji is not going to let the opportunity slip by. He'd like kisses on the couch, thanks.]

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I would not call asking me to make a body pillow of you as "new and interesting territory".

[ Huff. Yusuke nips at Sanji's bottom lip in revenge. It's probably not hard enough to be unpleasant... probably, but for all the grumping he's more than happy to be coaxed into following him. Kisses on the couch will be granted, but take a moment to be thankful he's kinda light for his height because he's absolutely clambering into Sanji's lap when he hits the sofa.

He's welcome. ]

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[Yusuke has no idea how tempted Sanji is to ask if the guy now sitting on his lap is a doppelganger, did he just get nipped on the lip?? But he's also certain Yusuke would punch him in the jaw, or worse -- tickle him.

Yeah, not risking that]

Well, we'd be making shit for you, too. Just thought it'd be less awkward if I made that one.

[Rest assured, Sanji doesn't sound that invested in those body pillows now that he's got a boyfriend in his lap. The kisses angle lower, against Yusuke's jawline and eventually settling on his neck in rapid succession, one arm settled over the other's waist.]

... Also. You're too goddamn light, Renard.

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I don't think there's a way for either option to not be awkward.

[ He tilts his head to get with the line of kisses angling down his jaw and neck, but keeps enough of his wits about him to reach up and tug lightly on Sanji's earlobe. ]

I am within healthy weight guidelines for my height. Decently so.