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’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. ]
[ 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.
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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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[ 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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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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[ 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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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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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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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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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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[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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[ 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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I'll think of something. But you're on cat-sitting duty while I cook.
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Alright. I'll keep an eye on her
[ KITTEN. ]
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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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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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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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You make it sound like a challenge.
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[Getting off the couch, shooting a look over his shoulder]
You wouldn't hide forever.
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I could hide long enough. Elliot and Akira would be my guardians.
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... Y'know what, I don't feel like cooking shit anymore.
Gimme my cat back.
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[ How dare you, sir. ]
You asked me to keep an eye on her and I am?
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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.
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I was planning on petting her ears, if that is permissible.
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[points to his eyes, points to Yusuke, before walking to the kitchen]
So long as it doesn't get any farther than that.
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[ It's said lightly. But the second Sanji is in the kitchen, he's going to rebel and pet The Spot Just Above Her Tail.
Chou is absolutely purring. ]
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SURPRISE HE TRUSTS NO ONE.]
Knew it!
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