[ Yusuke kinda. Leans away. No, don't look at the jar of shame, Sanji. He can still rescue it--!!
Also, trying to dig out a spoon from the drawer behind you, while maintaining eye contact with a grumpy boyfriend and hiding a jar from him is a task. He's multitalented. ]
I was really focused on getting coffee... [ ... Spoon - get! He twists his arm back around, and pauses, tapping the flat of it against his chin. ] And you looked really peaceful. I didn't want to disturb you.
[he'll allow Yusuke to get a spoon - grudgingly. he's still gonna hover nearby as if ready to grab that jar away at the first opportunity, do not test him.]
Cute. Too bad I'm shitty disturbed and distraught now.
[... Okay he doesn't look angry in all actuality. Just the subtle irritability of a man who wants to FIX THIS IMMEDIATELY and Yusuke is taking too long]
Yusuke takes a pause to take a big scoop from the jar, removing as many of the crumbs as he's aware of. He now has a giant spoon of nutella to deal with but... he can probably spread that on the bread without invoking the Wrath of Sanji, right?
Right? ]
It's sorted. [ Here, he can have the jar back. Inspect away. ]
Next time I'll remember to wake you up as loudly as possible. [ ...... are they both grumpy sulking?? ]
[Yusuke started this shit so Sanji doesn't want to hear this sass... and if Yusuke doesn't expect Sanji to give that jar a thorough lookover then I don't know why why he is dating this disaster]
You say that like I don't prefer it. [Putting the jar away CAREFULLY in its designated spot... everything has a spot in Sanji's kitchen.]
School hasn't started up yet; I need reasons to leave bed.
[ Even if this entire situation is ridiculous— Yusuke can still remember a few months ago, and Sanji telling him with almost pride how he could burn mac and cheese, it’s remarkable how this app and these memories can alter people’s opinions and actions — it’s still quite endearing to see Sanji being so careful with thar jar as he puts it back.
Yusuke digs out a plate to put that nutella bread on before it causes a literal war, and pushes himself up off the counter. ]
I thought you avoided classes, half the time.
[ It’s said fondly though, and he takes the chance to press the lightest of kisses to the nape of Sanji’s neck and he passes by. ]
[The transformation into a pirate chef is almost complete; just don't tell Sanji, he's still determined to fight the power until his very last breath... no matter that he looks relieved once the jar is back in its spot and his kitchen is overall back to its original state: CLEAN AND ORGANIZED]
Damn right I do, but it's my last year, so who knows what they'll bitch about before I get my degree.
[A degree he doesn't even know he's gonna use??? Ah, the trials of a college student. Sanji makes a noise at the kiss, though, rubbing his neck and sighing as the last of his irritation dwindles away. Yusuke is so lucky he's a lot more mellow than his pirate self]
[ He’s fooling no one. And it’s adorable to watch.
And... nice in a way. Like watching a key fall into place in a lock, or something. Yusuke has thought before that Sanji was someone with creativity that had no outlet that suited it. Seeing this, even down to the fussing with his “tools”, feels like he’s watching something take shape. Pieces falling into place, like they had done for Yusuke years ago when his mother handed him a paintbrush and let him discover what art meant to him.
It’s enough to make him smile. ]
Ah, so a year of suffering before freedom? I suspect they will be keeping a closer eye on attendance before graduating...
[ It’d almost feel manipulative, if Yusuke even knew how to manipulate his way out of a wet paper bag. But he does feel a little relief as that irritation melts away. Crisis averted, and he’s got a mug of coffee to slide across to Sanji as well. ]
... [ He’d make a comment about complaining about not being woken up and then complaining about being up, but uh. Let’s not rock that boat. ]
Yeah, they might... 'course, they'll just set themselves up for more disappointment that way.
[SANJI JUST TAKE YOUR ASS TO SCHOOL ALREADY, the Greek chorus probably demands from the clouds. Oh well. At least for now he's back to his usual antics, and after taking his coffee goes to flop on a kitchen chair like a useless lump since he's not cooking anything yet]
You got... what, two more years left? [Three? There's a squint over his coffee mug because Sanji knows Yusuke's birthday date without having considered his age, and how that applies to school.]
i almost forgot american undergrads last four years. whoops.
[ Does the Greek Chorus sound like Yusuke? Because: ]
You could always try going consistently to class. For a change of pace.
[ Said almost from behind his coffee cup. C'mon. Everyone else here is doing their b--no. Wait, this college. That's a lie. Not everyone is doing their best, a lot of people are partying.
He takes a sip of his drink, before holding up three fingers. ]
Second year begins in September, so I have a little longer to go. I've been consistently working on and towards art though. I wonder if I can cut down my time until graduation with extra credits...
If I'm gonna be bored, I might as well do it on my own time.
[Which at this point is code for WHY GO TO CLASS WHEN I CAN JUST SPEND MY TIME IN A KITCHEN.]
-- Shit, three more years, huh? [His eyebrows arch in sympathy, as if Yusuke just told him he's got three more years in prison before he's allowed to see family again.] Yeah you better hope you can snatch some extra credits. I feel like eventually they're gonna run out of shit to teach you.
The concept of doing a degree in a subject you aren't passionate about is strange to me. [ Says Foxbutt McArtface, chief overlord of stanning art for all eternity. ] But I know it isn't an uncommon thing.
[ Yusuke sees three more years of growth and learning, over an extended jail term. Pushing off the counter, he flops into the seat next to Sanji's and sets his mug down. ]
I doubt I will stop learning though. The art world is ever changing, and developing in its own way. Think of how recent the rise in digital animation is, for example. That is an entire subject I have never even dabbled in.
Eh. It got me to the states, so technically, college already did everything it could for me.
[More random Sanji lore just tossed out without a thought, as he digs out some creamer for his coffee. No sugar, though, since he can't stand that combo with his caffeine]
And sure, you'll keep learning -- but if college helps you along with that shit is the question. I bet you'd do pretty well on your own if you had to.
Oh -- were you limited in course options from the start, then?
[ Hmm. Yusuke watches Sanji digging out creamer and adding it to his drink without entirely taking in what he's watching. He looks quite deep in thought. ]
Maybe. At the very least, doing a degree is good for making connections. Professors, projects that involve speaking to and working with local art museums and exhibition halls. There are benefits, as well.
[ ... But he does know a lot of people who ultimately drop their art degrees once they've wedged a foot far enough in the door to the art world. Maybe he'll be the same? Even if it feels like a waste of money, in some ways, if he does that. ]
[Yusuke is offered a curious glance at that first question, followed by a short shake of Sanji's head while he pours in some cream]
No, I mean -- it got me out of Eurupe, so that's the important part.
[A free scholarship offered and all he had to do was come up with the money for a ticket? Worked very well in his opinion. Even better his is... previous relations meant he already had dual citizenship]
Yeah, true. Everyone likes to see a piece of paper proving you slaved away for four shitty years.
[Sanji really hates school, is the point of this discussion.]
Wouldn't be surprised if you had your own gallery before you graduate, though. Aren't you planning an art show or something?
Yes, I meant... in terms of getting to America quickly and without fuss. [ It sounds ominous, him saying that, but... ] The application process was a finicky nightmare even applying within the city itself. I can't imagine how frustrating it must have been trying to apply from a different continent.
[ He sighs. ]
Our skills are reduced to what can be put on paper. It's frustrating, but here we are, perpetuating the system.
There's talk of us having to submit pieces as part of a class project. So, yes, there could be something like that on the horizon. I expect I will hear more come September.
... The thought of them finding more paperwork for people to fill out leaves me cold, I must say.
[ Bleh. ]
I... don't know, right now. There are many things I could paint, but none of them are forming full ideas in my mind yet. If we're given a little direction, I may be able to pin one of them down.
[ Too many ideas, too little time. ] -- Although I may have exhausted flowers, if you were planning on suggesting it.
[WOW. RUDE. Sanji smirks briefly over the lip of his coffee cup and wags a hand at Yusuke]
Oi I only suggest flowers so I can hang that shit up on my wall. [So, y'know. JUST FOR HIM.] If it's an art project, I think you should go for something a little more... I dunno, daring? Outside your comfort zone?
I do. But I usually sketch them, rather than do full paintings. People are always moving and changing, so it feels like I can keep up with them if I'm just sketching.
[ Sanji he has like half a sketch book just of you, don't ask him to show you it he'd get embarrassed.
The other half is Chou. ]
It's worth considering, yes. How would you tie people together in artwork?
[Sanji would probably just congratulate Yusuke for his excellent priorities -- at least as far as his cat is concerned. Everyone's sketchbooks should be filled with pages of Chou.]
Shit, I dunno...
[HE'S A BUSINESS MAJOR AND A CHEF. And occasionally a guy who draws pictures of egg people with crippling mental anxieties. But Yusuke asked him, so Sanji puts his brain to work and considers a couple of options, eventually offering some up for discussion as he sips his coffee]
You could do a series of pictures focusing on walks of life -- gives you variety but ties the theme together. Or if you want some sentimental shit, there's drawing people who have had some impact on you, though I dunno how you'd convey that to an audience with just art as the means.
[ He twists in his chair slightly, raising his hands to make a photo frame with his fingers. This scene, right here and now is exactly the sort of thing he’d want to capture. Real, and gentle. There’s nothing poised or faked about the curl of steam from their coffee mugs, the creases in Sanji’s sleepwear and the just-awake sleepiness clinging to the edges of his eyes. ]
Lighting, for example. This scene would require the same soft morning light in the painting, but I would probably soften and blur it a little more to give it an almost dream-like, sleepy quality. Soft colours, and a gentle palette makes the whole thing seem fond.
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Also, trying to dig out a spoon from the drawer behind you, while maintaining eye contact with a grumpy boyfriend and hiding a jar from him is a task. He's multitalented. ]
I was really focused on getting coffee... [ ... Spoon - get! He twists his arm back around, and pauses, tapping the flat of it against his chin. ] And you looked really peaceful. I didn't want to disturb you.
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Cute. Too bad I'm shitty disturbed and distraught now.
[... Okay he doesn't look angry in all actuality. Just the subtle irritability of a man who wants to FIX THIS IMMEDIATELY and Yusuke is taking too long]
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Yusuke takes a pause to take a big scoop from the jar, removing as many of the crumbs as he's aware of. He now has a giant spoon of nutella to deal with but... he can probably spread that on the bread without invoking the Wrath of Sanji, right?
Right? ]
It's sorted. [ Here, he can have the jar back. Inspect away. ]
Next time I'll remember to wake you up as loudly as possible. [ ...... are they both grumpy sulking?? ]
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You say that like I don't prefer it. [Putting the jar away CAREFULLY in its designated spot... everything has a spot in Sanji's kitchen.]
School hasn't started up yet; I need reasons to leave bed.
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Yusuke digs out a plate to put that nutella bread on before it causes a literal war, and pushes himself up off the counter. ]
I thought you avoided classes, half the time.
[ It’s said fondly though, and he takes the chance to press the lightest of kisses to the nape of Sanji’s neck and he passes by. ]
Coffee?
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Damn right I do, but it's my last year, so who knows what they'll bitch about before I get my degree.
[A degree he doesn't even know he's gonna use??? Ah, the trials of a college student. Sanji makes a noise at the kiss, though, rubbing his neck and sighing as the last of his irritation dwindles away. Yusuke is so lucky he's a lot more mellow than his pirate self]
... Might as well. I'm already up.
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And... nice in a way. Like watching a key fall into place in a lock, or something. Yusuke has thought before that Sanji was someone with creativity that had no outlet that suited it. Seeing this, even down to the fussing with his “tools”, feels like he’s watching something take shape. Pieces falling into place, like they had done for Yusuke years ago when his mother handed him a paintbrush and let him discover what art meant to him.
It’s enough to make him smile. ]
Ah, so a year of suffering before freedom? I suspect they will be keeping a closer eye on attendance before graduating...
[ It’d almost feel manipulative, if Yusuke even knew how to manipulate his way out of a wet paper bag. But he does feel a little relief as that irritation melts away. Crisis averted, and he’s got a mug of coffee to slide across to Sanji as well. ]
... [ He’d make a comment about complaining about not being woken up and then complaining about being up, but uh. Let’s not rock that boat. ]
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[SANJI JUST TAKE YOUR ASS TO SCHOOL ALREADY, the Greek chorus probably demands from the clouds. Oh well. At least for now he's back to his usual antics, and after taking his coffee goes to flop on a kitchen chair like a useless lump since he's not cooking anything yet]
You got... what, two more years left? [Three? There's a squint over his coffee mug because Sanji knows Yusuke's birthday date without having considered his age, and how that applies to school.]
i almost forgot american undergrads last four years. whoops.
You could always try going consistently to class. For a change of pace.
[ Said almost from behind his coffee cup. C'mon. Everyone else here is doing their b--no. Wait, this college. That's a lie. Not everyone is doing their best, a lot of people are partying.
He takes a sip of his drink, before holding up three fingers. ]
Second year begins in September, so I have a little longer to go. I've been consistently working on and towards art though. I wonder if I can cut down my time until graduation with extra credits...
sDFHOSHIF ROFL
[Which at this point is code for WHY GO TO CLASS WHEN I CAN JUST SPEND MY TIME IN A KITCHEN.]
-- Shit, three more years, huh? [His eyebrows arch in sympathy, as if Yusuke just told him he's got three more years in prison before he's allowed to see family again.] Yeah you better hope you can snatch some extra credits. I feel like eventually they're gonna run out of shit to teach you.
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He tried. ]
The concept of doing a degree in a subject you aren't passionate about is strange to me. [ Says Foxbutt McArtface, chief overlord of stanning art for all eternity. ] But I know it isn't an uncommon thing.
[ Yusuke sees three more years of growth and learning, over an extended jail term. Pushing off the counter, he flops into the seat next to Sanji's and sets his mug down. ]
I doubt I will stop learning though. The art world is ever changing, and developing in its own way. Think of how recent the rise in digital animation is, for example. That is an entire subject I have never even dabbled in.
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[More random Sanji lore just tossed out without a thought, as he digs out some creamer for his coffee. No sugar, though, since he can't stand that combo with his caffeine]
And sure, you'll keep learning -- but if college helps you along with that shit is the question. I bet you'd do pretty well on your own if you had to.
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[ Hmm. Yusuke watches Sanji digging out creamer and adding it to his drink without entirely taking in what he's watching. He looks quite deep in thought. ]
Maybe. At the very least, doing a degree is good for making connections. Professors, projects that involve speaking to and working with local art museums and exhibition halls. There are benefits, as well.
[ ... But he does know a lot of people who ultimately drop their art degrees once they've wedged a foot far enough in the door to the art world. Maybe he'll be the same? Even if it feels like a waste of money, in some ways, if he does that. ]
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No, I mean -- it got me out of Eurupe, so that's the important part.
[A free scholarship offered and all he had to do was come up with the money for a ticket? Worked very well in his opinion. Even better his is... previous relations meant he already had dual citizenship]
Yeah, true. Everyone likes to see a piece of paper proving you slaved away for four shitty years.
[Sanji really hates school, is the point of this discussion.]
Wouldn't be surprised if you had your own gallery before you graduate, though. Aren't you planning an art show or something?
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[ He sighs. ]
Our skills are reduced to what can be put on paper. It's frustrating, but here we are, perpetuating the system.
There's talk of us having to submit pieces as part of a class project. So, yes, there could be something like that on the horizon. I expect I will hear more come September.
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[America loves to cover its ass from all forms of liability. It's like they expect to get sued.]
And in that case, what would be the focus of this hypothetical class project? Or is that looking too much into the shitty future?
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[ Bleh. ]
I... don't know, right now. There are many things I could paint, but none of them are forming full ideas in my mind yet. If we're given a little direction, I may be able to pin one of them down.
[ Too many ideas, too little time. ] -- Although I may have exhausted flowers, if you were planning on suggesting it.
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Oi I only suggest flowers so I can hang that shit up on my wall. [So, y'know. JUST FOR HIM.] If it's an art project, I think you should go for something a little more... I dunno, daring? Outside your comfort zone?
Y'know, challenge yourself in some way.
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... That would rule out a lot of scenery pieces, and flowers, certainly. I draw a lot of things. But...
[ In terms of things he draws but doesn't put to canvas, or publication. ]
Maybe people?
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[It's an honest question as admittedly, Sanji does prefer scenery pieces that it's all he'll focus on sometimes. He hums, trying to remember]
It could be a good concept, yeah. Might wanna try and tie 'em together into some common theme.
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[ Sanji he has like half a sketch book just of you, don't ask him to show you it he'd get embarrassed.
The other half is Chou. ]
It's worth considering, yes. How would you tie people together in artwork?
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Shit, I dunno...
[HE'S A BUSINESS MAJOR AND A CHEF. And occasionally a guy who draws pictures of egg people with crippling mental anxieties. But Yusuke asked him, so Sanji puts his brain to work and considers a couple of options, eventually offering some up for discussion as he sips his coffee]
You could do a series of pictures focusing on walks of life -- gives you variety but ties the theme together. Or if you want some sentimental shit, there's drawing people who have had some impact on you, though I dunno how you'd convey that to an audience with just art as the means.
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[ He twists in his chair slightly, raising his hands to make a photo frame with his fingers. This scene, right here and now is exactly the sort of thing he’d want to capture. Real, and gentle. There’s nothing poised or faked about the curl of steam from their coffee mugs, the creases in Sanji’s sleepwear and the just-awake sleepiness clinging to the edges of his eyes. ]
Lighting, for example. This scene would require the same soft morning light in the painting, but I would probably soften and blur it a little more to give it an almost dream-like, sleepy quality. Soft colours, and a gentle palette makes the whole thing seem fond.