[ 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!?
[ Oh thank god, for a moment there he was worried this wouldn't be like almost every single other date they've had and Sanji might not have got into a fight with a random stranger. The balance is restored.
He'd almost say it was a talent, if it didn't always end so...
... well. Violently. Or with fire.
Good thing SOMEONE here can use ice, so putting out a fire isn't really a big deal. Being smooth enough to talk his way out of the situation, however, is. So he's just going to grab Sanji by the wrist and gently start trying to coax him away. ]
Please be more careful of where you are going. [ He's uh. Talking to both of you pay attention. ]
[It is a damn good thing Yusuke knows to restrain Sanji because he is still READY TO FIGHT and practically growling like a hissing cat as he's dragged off, away from the man who is spooked and irritated and very, very quickly doubly away from the two boyfriends.
Tch. FIGHT HIM, COWARD, HE IS READY, HE WILL KICK YOU INTO THE STRATOSPHE--]
Oi oi, for the record, that piss ant ran into me!
[Turning to Yusuke because it is very important his boyfriend be on his side, okay??? Immediately his opponent is forgotten as he's dragged off]
[ LOOK. He likes going on dates and doesn’t want them to stop because SOMEONE got arrested for burning a jogger alive. Thank. ]
A little singe would have been enough.
[ YUSUKE NO. ]
Literally. Come on— [ Sanji’s hand is his now. Time to drag him. ] There’s probably another, quieter bench with an equally lovely view along here somewhere.
[MMMM YUSUKE YES? That moment when his boyfriend is only slightly less cutthroat than he is and Sanji is looking plenty mollified upon being dragged away.]
Fine, we'll do it your way. [The asshole lives to see another day! They need to keep track of how many people Yusuke saves daily by being Sanji's compass.]
I think I saw a bench nearby... [Glancing over Yusuke's shoulder before he finally keeps pace. Less dragging, more walking hand in hand. See? He's behaving!]
Thank you kindly. [ Sanji's hand gets a gentle, yet happy squeeze. He's doing good. Yusuke is proud. ] Honestly, any bench will do. The view anywhere along here is glorious... I don't think we can go wrong.
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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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He'd almost say it was a talent, if it didn't always end so...
... well. Violently. Or with fire.
Good thing SOMEONE here can use ice, so putting out a fire isn't really a big deal. Being smooth enough to talk his way out of the situation, however, is. So he's just going to grab Sanji by the wrist and gently start trying to coax him away. ]
Please be more careful of where you are going. [ He's uh. Talking to both of you pay attention. ]
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Tch. FIGHT HIM, COWARD, HE IS READY, HE WILL KICK YOU INTO THE STRATOSPHE--]
Oi oi, for the record, that piss ant ran into me!
[Turning to Yusuke because it is very important his boyfriend be on his side, okay??? Immediately his opponent is forgotten as he's dragged off]
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I would agree that as the moving party he should've been more aware of where he was moving to, but you did set his hair on fire.
[ WHICH IS KIND OF. AN EXTREME REACTION. ]
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[SANJI NO, get that grin off your face.]
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Third degree burns might have been though.
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... Alright fine, maybe the crime didn't exactly fit the punishment.
He's lucky you were there to chill his shit.
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A little singe would have been enough.
[ YUSUKE NO. ]
Literally. Come on— [ Sanji’s hand is his now. Time to drag him. ] There’s probably another, quieter bench with an equally lovely view along here somewhere.
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Fine, we'll do it your way. [The asshole lives to see another day! They need to keep track of how many people Yusuke saves daily by being Sanji's compass.]
I think I saw a bench nearby... [Glancing over Yusuke's shoulder before he finally keeps pace. Less dragging, more walking hand in hand. See? He's behaving!]
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...
He does his best. ]
Thank you kindly. [ Sanji's hand gets a gentle, yet happy squeeze. He's doing good. Yusuke is proud. ] Honestly, any bench will do. The view anywhere along here is glorious... I don't think we can go wrong.