Week 5 | Wednesday

[concasse]

[Sanji doesn't frequent the library as much as some of his castle colleagues, but he doesn't avoid it either, especially when he's on the hunt for a new recipe to try out.

... Didn't expect to find his gaudy cigarette lighter glinting like a jewel on one of the top most shelves, but--]

Why the hell is that even there...

[He can't just jump the distance like he usually would, so it's time to enlist a chair to aid him. That's how Veronica is likely to find him -- stretched out to his tippy toes, two seconds away from either falling on his ass or grabbing that lighter]

C'mon...!

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[asswipe]

[Unlike some people!! Veronica actually has the decency to gently make her presence known once she spots him standing on his tippy toes, trying to avoid startling him when she speaks up.]

Uh. Do you need help?

[Please don't fall on ur ass.]

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[concasse]

Aaaaah~! Veronica-chwa--

[concasse]

--aaah!

[MMmmmm dancing his happy dance was a mistake on a chair. Sanji doesn't fall but he does press himself against the shelf to keep from breaking his hip or something equally embarrassing]

A-ahaha... I-- uh.

If you wouldn't mind keeping the chair steady...

[asswipe]

Oh my god—

[JESUS CHRIST. She was bracing herself to see him on the ground but that. Thankfully did not happen. So now she's gingerly appeaching the chair, cringing.]

Yeah, um. Sure. Yeah. I'll do that. Please don't fall. You're too heavy for me.

[concasse]

I promise I won't fall on you!

[No promises about not falling, though.

Ehem. Anyway.

Once the chair is steady, Sanji returns to reaching up with his hand, lightly cursing at how far up this lighter of his is. What a bullshit place to hide it. It'll take a couple of seconds--]

Aha!

[But then there's a triumphant cry as his fingers just barely snag it closer, then scooping it into his hand.]

Got it!

[... He hasn't noticed that the two of them have been swallowed inside a... bubble? Hm.]

[asswipe]

[Though Sanji is distracted, Veronica is not. And... she's staring at the bubble surrounding them, wide-eyed.]

Oh, no. What the fuck.