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[... Heeeeadtilt.

Because Yusuke doesn't lie -- heck, he barely omits truths. But that doesn't wipe the bemused look off of Sanji's face, either. After a moment--

He just stands right up off the couch with Yusuke coming with him, using only one arm hooked around him to keep the guy in place.]

Alright, but you don't feel like it...

[Says the dumbass with super strength]

[ OH. Oh well. Now he's being lifted. Yusuke automatically wraps his arms tighter around Sanji's shoulders, trying to balance himself. ]

Again, I think your view is a little skewed...

[ Given that... like. Yeah. The super strength. ]

Not that I don't appreciate being fed.

...

[A very slow smirk starts crossing his features.

Guess who likes the feeling of picking Yusuke up like he's a stack of cards?]

Suppose you're right. Doesn't seem like you mind much.

[ At least he’s easy to please...

—and hey. Yusuke hasn’t been picked up since he was a kid, so... this is new. ]

Contrary to popular belief, I do enjoy eating.

[ He just gets distracted. By ART. ]

Oh no~

I meant being swept up in my arms.

[EGO SWELLING

ABORT THE MISSION]

[ The warning signs are all there, yet here’s Yusuke ignoring them. ]

Oh.

Should I be making a fuss instead?

[ He doesn’t want to... he’s comfortable. ]

[Why the hell are they like this. Even Sanji doesn't know.

God but he smirks at that answer, leaning forward to start kissing at Yusuke's jaw.]

Not unless you want me to drop you.

[ Hmm. ]

Please do not drop me. That sounds like it would hurt.

[ But okay. This is good. He tilts his head slightly, leaving more space for Sanji to leave those kisses along his neck. But also, he reaches up and gives a lock of his hair a gentle tug. ]

But I know you are just showing off.

[Nnnnnnngh so Yusuke comments while tugging on his hair.

That sure is a strangled noise ripping from Sanji's throat as he retreats, face starting to flush.]

Oi. You fuckin' know how I feel about the hair thing.

I do.

[ But that doesn’t mean he’s not going to do it anyway. ☆

?Luckily, he’s moving from actually tugging to just threading his fingers through Sanji’s hair instead, but still. ]

Is there a problem?

[Shit, in some ways that's worse, because now his eyes briefly close with a warm sigh and it's too much effort not to lean into the touch.

It's official, Yusuke is as bad, if not worse, than Baren was about exploiting his weaknesses.]

Besides you slowly killing me?

Nah. I'm fine.

I am hardly attempting to commit murder.

[ He can stop if Sanji wants. Is that what he wants? Yusuke’s hand is already slowing down a little, preparing to stop... ]

[-- What]

O-oi...

[Ever heard the sound of a kicked puppy? That's in the ballpark of the downright distressed noise Sanji suddenly makes.]

[ Sanji, you’re a walking contradiction.

Yusuke leans back a little to stare at him, before leaning back in to curl back up against him, hand returning to its previous state of running through Sanji’s hair. Better. ]

[He never said he wasn't enjoying his slow, torturous death, okay? At least he has the grace to look bashful at his own idiocy.

Also -- plopping them right back on the couch because he's tired of standing, even if Yusuke has all the substance of a feather pillow to him.]

[ He’s happy to keep indulging him — it’s kinda soothing for him to fuss with Sanji’s hair like this. The fact it makes Sanji go all silly is just a nice bonus.

And. Oof. There we go. Back on the sofa. While he trusts that Sanji wouldn’t have dropped him, he does feel a little better with them both back on “solid” ground so to speak. ]

Do you feel better now you’ve proved whatever point you were trying to prove? [ Something something Sanji Is Strong. ]

That you need to eat more?

[With Yusuke still technically in his lap, Sanji leans forward so he can rest his chin on his shoulder, the lazy git. His eyebrows arch in amusement.]

I mean, pretty sure that shit's been established already.

[A pause]

... By the way, what you want for lunch?

I eat just fine.

[ Now that half of Recolle keeps reminding him to eat, yes. And oh. Speaking of food... ]

That depends on what is possible to make. I would be happy with anything - but preferably something light. [ He’s fairly sure Elliot is cooking tonight back home and that means lots of food. ]

Hn... [Light, huh? A million and one recipes come to mind, most he's never created before. Dealing with the dissonance between knowledge and experience is always a... trip.]

I'll think of something. But you're on cat-sitting duty while I cook.

[ He says this like it's a punishment? Like, Yusuke is immediately, already looking for Chou. Give him the kitten. ]

Alright. I'll keep an eye on her

[ KITTEN. ]

[W O W

As he detangles himself from Yusuke, clucking his tongue:]

You really do like that cat more than me.

[To be fair, Sanji likes that cat more than himself.]

[ No one panic, he found the cat. Chou, tucked into his arms, gets some gentle chin scritches and affection. ]

I'd say it's equal amounts of affection, really.

[ But it's said fondly, and he's even waving one of Chou's paws at Sanji. ]

[This nerd.

Why is Sanji dating this nerd.

Someone please explain.]

... Just gonna remind you again you can't take her home when my back's turned.

[ They've both made their choices here. He waves Chou's paw again, and she mews. ]

You make it sound like a challenge.

Oi. I know where you live.

[Getting off the couch, shooting a look over his shoulder]

You wouldn't hide forever.

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