[Just that casual, trollish reminder before he strolls in, though he's still got a hand in Yusuke's so it's more like... dragging both of them through the door. As you do.]
You ever been here before? ... Shit, I'm not gonna know what to get.
... but ok, fair. He'll allow this. And to be dragged through the door, because he's not exactly eager to stop holding hands either. ]
I've only heard of it. But all the things I've heard have been good. [ Hm. ] I'm sure they will give recommendations if asked - if anyone will know what tastes the best, it will be them.
[He's only saying it because you promised!! And you're taking him! out! on a date!!
Sanji expects only the best in gentleman behavior today, Yusuke.]
Well, let's take a look here... [The decor's pretty nice on the inside, and look at that, here's the blue he'd been waiting for. A bit like swimming in the ocean, there's so much of it. He steps up to the counter where there's a bundle of paper menus, plucking the top one for him and Yusuke to view.]
[ HE IS. He will do his best to be an attentive date. He is a gentleman. How rude. ]
... [ He nudges him. ] Very blue as well. Even if the roof is not.
[ He leans over to look at the menu as well. He's not so interested in the details of the ingredients and such, as much as he is the taste of the food at the end of the day. But, Sanji is interested in this sort of thing, so he will be interested as well. ]
That is perhaps their angle. We could split the things we're most interested in trying - minimise what we have to buy, but double the amount we can try?
[As sweets aren't Sanji's preferred food -- not that it's an intense dislike by any means, but the idea of switching things up is even more enticing for that reason. Appeals to a curious palate and all.]
I'm liking the sound of that apple strudel, not gonna lie.
[Because it sounds delish and like something he might not fuck up in the kitchen should he wish to recreate it. He's gonna steal something while he's here, even if it's just a recipe, mark his words.]
Isn't there something they say you should always try in a bakery? Like if you go for ice cream, you should always try the vanilla ice cream to gauge the quality of the products.
[ Hm. ]
So maybe the strudel, and something like a victoria sponge cake or a croissant for that purpose. [ But he's still glancing at the offerings in front of them. ] But perhaps some of the more unique offerings as well?
[He... would not know, upon reflection. Running through his past life's memory banks comes up empty, too. With a slight hum, he racks his eyes over the menu again.]
I mean, shit makes sense -- best to try something without a lotta fixings, since then you can judge the quality of the base ingredients.
[Pointing at the croissant option] So yeah, let's get that, too. If they fuck up a croissant then we're just wasting our time.
I feel like I've heard it before... [ ... ] Or maybe it was just about the ice cream. But it can be applied here.
[ So, that's a strudel, a croissant... and wow. WOW. Don't be a rude dude, Sanji. ]
I doubt it would have been as well recommended if they could not make croissants. [ Hmm. ] There are savoury twists as well-- [ The one he's pointing at looks like croissant pastry threaded with cheese, and caramelised onions. ]-- if we want to avoid stocking up on nothing but sweet pastries.
[ There are no medals here, but he can get him out of the suit, is that acceptable? ]
Alright then, allow me a moment.
[ He'll go and be a good date and buy all the delicious pastries. They're neatly boxed and bagged up, and handed to Yusuke in a bag bearing the name of the bakery. ]
Do you want to eat at one of the tables outside, or walk until we find a pleasant location?
[ This seems totally fair. Currently he is oblivious of what awaits him. ]
... That would be nice. [ Rrrrrrrrrromance. Yusuke has no issue with looking out over the ocean as they eat. He shifts the bag to his other hand, and slips his now-free hand into Sanji's, lacing their fingers. ]
If we retrace our steps a little, we should get the more open view again. Without the beginnings of this city build up.
You might have to lead the way, I almost never come out here.
[Which... might be strange considering his past's occupation. And that admittedly gets him thinking, a little hum escaping as he keeps in step with the other]
Don't think I've really seen the ocean since I moved here.
[Maybe once or twice? But otherwise, no, he stays firmly in the city.]
Really? It isn't that long a trip... how long have you been in Recolle now? Over a year?
[ AND YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TO THE OCEAN??
No worries though, because it won't take long for them to reach a point where pavements and trees give way to sand and the sea, and the sun dipping lower in the sky and glittering across the ocean's surface. It's the sort of view that leaves Yusuke's fingers itching to reach for paints and paintbrushes, to capture the moment.
[Working towards the fourth. Ain't that a thought? He goes quiet for a moment as his mind tries to process three whole years in the span of seconds, only to be distracted when he feels Yusuke's hand squeeze against his.]
Alright, here it is.
[They're lucky that the boardwalk is dotted with benches, so there's always a place to sit. Sanji will lead them over to one, still quiet -- but only in thoughtfulness. He turns a smile to Yusuke otherwise]
Nice view, a shame you don't have your paints with ya.
[ See these? They are sparkle eyes. Such sparkle eyes. They sparkle. ]
You would like to? [ He's immediately whipping back around to look back at the ocean. ] Ideally I'd love to capture it at different times of day - the angles and colours, shade and light and perhaps even the choppiness of the waves themselves...
Sure, we can make a day of it. Drop by the bakery without it's shitty blue roof, get some snacks to go, park ourselves wherever the view's good...
[And it will be a day that occasionally includes Sanji draping over Yusuke like a cat that wants attention, but otherwise he'll leave his boyfriend to his good time.]
I'd like that... besides, you have multiple years of not attending the beach to make up for.
[ He will accept the draping, as long as it doesn't come with talk of body pillows. Still, he settles himself down on the bench and pats the space next to him. ]
Come on, we have plenty of food to be getting through, and the view is perfect to accompany it.
[... Sanji makes no promises about those body pillows.
But thoughts for later! Sanji spins on his heel for the pleasure of it, ready to walk over to the bench and join Yusuke--
Except life isn't fair, and even if not to the extent of his past life, Sanji was apparently born under an ill-star. The collision of bodies is over in a second, both men on the floor, one of course being Sanji while the other is a random stranger who had been taking his daily jog. There's swearing, there's numb elbows, there's probably the promise of death spoken in French...
But the real kicker is the stranger, who gets back to his feet with a snarl, nursing his scraped cheek.] Would you watch it, dumbass!
[Nnnn]
Jeez, the hell are you from?? We don't stand around like dumbasses here in America!
[nNNNNNnn]
What, you got something to say? If you don't like it you ca... W-what the hell!?
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gently pat Yusuke on the back with his free hand, a silent prayer offered to this boy's lack of humor.
Truly his boyfriend is a walking miracle.]
Renard, promise me you won't change.
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I didn't have any plans to change, willingly at least.
[ Hmm. Well, they're past the blue roof building now, he'll hold the door open for you. ]
Are you ready to get some food?
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[Just that casual, trollish reminder before he strolls in, though he's still got a hand in Yusuke's so it's more like... dragging both of them through the door. As you do.]
You ever been here before? ... Shit, I'm not gonna know what to get.
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... but ok, fair. He'll allow this. And to be dragged through the door, because he's not exactly eager to stop holding hands either. ]
I've only heard of it. But all the things I've heard have been good. [ Hm. ] I'm sure they will give recommendations if asked - if anyone will know what tastes the best, it will be them.
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Sanji expects only the best in gentleman behavior today, Yusuke.]
Well, let's take a look here... [The decor's pretty nice on the inside, and look at that, here's the blue he'd been waiting for. A bit like swimming in the ocean, there's so much of it. He steps up to the counter where there's a bundle of paper menus, plucking the top one for him and Yusuke to view.]
Damn, there's every sweet imaginable here.
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... [ He nudges him. ] Very blue as well. Even if the roof is not.
[ He leans over to look at the menu as well. He's not so interested in the details of the ingredients and such, as much as he is the taste of the food at the end of the day. But, Sanji is interested in this sort of thing, so he will be interested as well. ]
That is perhaps their angle. We could split the things we're most interested in trying - minimise what we have to buy, but double the amount we can try?
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[As sweets aren't Sanji's preferred food -- not that it's an intense dislike by any means, but the idea of switching things up is even more enticing for that reason. Appeals to a curious palate and all.]
I'm liking the sound of that apple strudel, not gonna lie.
[Because it sounds delish and like something he might not fuck up in the kitchen should he wish to recreate it. He's gonna steal something while he's here, even if it's just a recipe, mark his words.]
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[ Hm. ]
So maybe the strudel, and something like a victoria sponge cake or a croissant for that purpose. [ But he's still glancing at the offerings in front of them. ] But perhaps some of the more unique offerings as well?
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[He... would not know, upon reflection. Running through his past life's memory banks comes up empty, too. With a slight hum, he racks his eyes over the menu again.]
I mean, shit makes sense -- best to try something without a lotta fixings, since then you can judge the quality of the base ingredients.
[Pointing at the croissant option] So yeah, let's get that, too. If they fuck up a croissant then we're just wasting our time.
[SANJI DON'T BE MEAN.]
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[ So, that's a strudel, a croissant... and wow. WOW. Don't be a rude dude, Sanji. ]
I doubt it would have been as well recommended if they could not make croissants. [ Hmm. ] There are savoury twists as well-- [ The one he's pointing at looks like croissant pastry threaded with cheese, and caramelised onions. ]-- if we want to avoid stocking up on nothing but sweet pastries.
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You can practically hear Sanji's stomach rumble.]
Oi, wait, what about this one, too -- some breakfast pastry with egg and goat cheese?
[Forget a recipe, Sanji just wants to shove it in his mouth. Staring at Yusuke in his vest works up the appetite, okay?]
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Alright, so... that's these two savoury pastries, a croissant, an apple strudel and... a cupcake to even things out?
[ There's one over there proudly claiming to be a lemon meringue cupcake and that just sounds delicious. Heck. ]
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Yeah, I think we got it.
[So go foot that bill, boyfriendo]
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Alright then, allow me a moment.
[ He'll go and be a good date and buy all the delicious pastries. They're neatly boxed and bagged up, and handed to Yusuke in a bag bearing the name of the bakery. ]
Do you want to eat at one of the tables outside, or walk until we find a pleasant location?
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Bet we could find a good spot to see the ocean.
[Because romance~ And because Sanji does on occasion like staring out into that big open blue that stretches for miles.]
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... That would be nice. [ Rrrrrrrrrromance. Yusuke has no issue with looking out over the ocean as they eat. He shifts the bag to his other hand, and slips his now-free hand into Sanji's, lacing their fingers. ]
If we retrace our steps a little, we should get the more open view again. Without the beginnings of this city build up.
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[Which... might be strange considering his past's occupation. And that admittedly gets him thinking, a little hum escaping as he keeps in step with the other]
Don't think I've really seen the ocean since I moved here.
[Maybe once or twice? But otherwise, no, he stays firmly in the city.]
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Really? It isn't that long a trip... how long have you been in Recolle now? Over a year?
[ AND YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TO THE OCEAN??
No worries though, because it won't take long for them to reach a point where pavements and trees give way to sand and the sea, and the sun dipping lower in the sky and glittering across the ocean's surface. It's the sort of view that leaves Yusuke's fingers itching to reach for paints and paintbrushes, to capture the moment.
But instead, he squeezes Sanji's hand. ]
Here.
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[Working towards the fourth. Ain't that a thought? He goes quiet for a moment as his mind tries to process three whole years in the span of seconds, only to be distracted when he feels Yusuke's hand squeeze against his.]
Alright, here it is.
[They're lucky that the boardwalk is dotted with benches, so there's always a place to sit. Sanji will lead them over to one, still quiet -- but only in thoughtfulness. He turns a smile to Yusuke otherwise]
Nice view, a shame you don't have your paints with ya.
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[ Shame. Shame. Shame. ... It's not that much of a big deal, really. Actually.
Yusuke nods, almost absently sitting himself down on one of the benches, still looking at the view. ]
I could try from memory. Or take a photograph to replicate it from, but it is not the same as capturing the view directly.
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[yes, "we", because Sanji doesn't mind it when Yusuke is engrossed in his own thing? It sounds relaxing to him]
Use it as an excuse to get me out here more.
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You would like to? [ He's immediately whipping back around to look back at the ocean. ] Ideally I'd love to capture it at different times of day - the angles and colours, shade and light and perhaps even the choppiness of the waves themselves...
[ Ahhhh!!! ]
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[And it will be a day that occasionally includes Sanji draping over Yusuke like a cat that wants attention, but otherwise he'll leave his boyfriend to his good time.]
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[ He will accept the draping, as long as it doesn't come with talk of body pillows. Still, he settles himself down on the bench and pats the space next to him. ]
Come on, we have plenty of food to be getting through, and the view is perfect to accompany it.
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But thoughts for later! Sanji spins on his heel for the pleasure of it, ready to walk over to the bench and join Yusuke--
Except life isn't fair, and even if not to the extent of his past life, Sanji was apparently born under an ill-star. The collision of bodies is over in a second, both men on the floor, one of course being Sanji while the other is a random stranger who had been taking his daily jog. There's swearing, there's numb elbows, there's probably the promise of death spoken in French...
But the real kicker is the stranger, who gets back to his feet with a snarl, nursing his scraped cheek.] Would you watch it, dumbass!
[Nnnn]
Jeez, the hell are you from?? We don't stand around like dumbasses here in America!
[nNNNNNnn]
What, you got something to say? If you don't like it you ca... W-what the hell!?
[Hm. How strange.
The stranger's hair seems to be on fire.]
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