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"Sanji" Vinsmoke

Oi. Make it quick, will ya?

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Oh no~

I meant being swept up in my arms.

[EGO SWELLING

ABORT THE MISSION]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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.

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[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.

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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?

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[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.

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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... ]

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[-- What]

O-oi...

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

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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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?

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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. ]

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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.

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.

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

You make it sound like a challenge.

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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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[ He's just cradling the cat now. His precious. ]

I could hide long enough. Elliot and Akira would be my guardians.

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[The blatant disrespect that is happening right now.]

... Y'know what, I don't feel like cooking shit anymore.

Gimme my cat back.

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No.

[ How dare you, sir. ]

You asked me to keep an eye on her and I am?

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[Renard you about to CATCH HANDS in a second here]

Yeah, and you're doing your job too well.

[Apparent by how Chou happily purrs in Yusuke's arms]

I turn my back for a second and there's no telling what you're gonna do.