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003↠ ACTION/VOICE -- Chibi free for all
[ooc note: Okay, here's the deal, folks. Rather than create two posts for chibi!Sanji and risk losing my tags (because it would happen, trust me), this is the only entry I'll put up. I'm going to leave it up to you what age Sanji will be when your character(s) run into him. I put out the scenarios, and you guys run with them. |D Don't be afraid to be creative, I don't mind. Just mention the age in the subject line. If you want more than one chance to tag, create another thread, and specify the new age. |D Easy, yes? Possible ages are 11 through 20. Possible dates are February 3 through the 12. I am fine with either voice or action, though if it's voiced, it'll be assumed your character contacted Sanji through the journals first.
Ladies who volunteered to be crushed on! The applicable ages for that are 14 and up. But of course, you can interact with a younger version of Sanji if you want.
And also, bear with me on the icon front. >> There are plenty pictures of Sanji as a child and an adult, but not much in-between. U-use your imagination? ;A;]
[Nights have been rough so far, with strange dreams lingering on after his eyes have opened. And it makes him feel... different, somehow, like his life has altered in leaps and bounds. Skills that weren't accessible before, come to him easily. There are recipes in his head that shouldn't be there. He almost wishes he could tell someone about them; maybe one of the crew, eventually. They're nice enough, and have been more than accommodating, taking him in like this.
These thoughts are heavy to carry, but he's still a young boy suddenly trapped in a weird town with weird things. His attention isn't meant to dwell on problems for long. The goal to find Zeff eventually lessens to a dull ache, and Sanji busies himself with exploration: this Seventh Heaven restaurant, for one, and maybe the grocery store. He visits the item shop on a the fickle whim of a curious child, and eventually finds his way to the forest. He won't run away, though. He promised himself he wouldn't try anymore.]
[And in just a few days, Sanji finds himself forced to leave adolescence behind. It's more than a little obvious that something isn't right. While the crew has probably mentioned the nature of experiments, all the explanations in the world aren't gonna make this any less awkward, as he speeds through growth spurts and into sore, lanky limbs. He's grumpy half the time, flustered as well... which seems to happen like clockwork, whenever a pretty girl is nearby. He spends the majority of these days as red as a tomato and resorting to petty insults if it will get people out of his hair. When it gets hard to control, he seeks solitude to practice stretching and single-sparring. Or perhaps Nami. She's going through the same thing, too.
House 6 and Seventh Heaven are still his main places of solace. He considers himself a worthy enough cook by now, though he will often yield to Yukito's directions. He's broadened his explorations, however; he heavily frequents the forestplains, and will use the teleporters to sneak off to the ocean, when he feels like it.]
[Given enough time, the strangest of circumstances stop being strange, and turn into a compromised status-quo. Sanji barely gives any attention to his nightly dreams now - they come and he changes, both mentally and physically. His temper is still hot as ever, but slowly being tempered by a knack for cunning and kindness. Even his initial anxiety around women has all but disappeared - he eagerly greets them now, with what the residents might note to be his usual enthusiasm. Still rough around the edges and prone to silliness (or hormone spikes), but that's Sanji for you.
He knows the entire village layout, and you can find him anywhere: item shop, grocery, clothing store, battle dome, forest, ocean... He finds a reason to visit them all because sometimes, it's easier walking blindly, even when you don't really have a place to go to.]
Ladies who volunteered to be crushed on! The applicable ages for that are 14 and up. But of course, you can interact with a younger version of Sanji if you want.
And also, bear with me on the icon front. >> There are plenty pictures of Sanji as a child and an adult, but not much in-between. U-use your imagination? ;A;]
These thoughts are heavy to carry, but he's still a young boy suddenly trapped in a weird town with weird things. His attention isn't meant to dwell on problems for long. The goal to find Zeff eventually lessens to a dull ache, and Sanji busies himself with exploration: this Seventh Heaven restaurant, for one, and maybe the grocery store. He visits the item shop on a the fickle whim of a curious child, and eventually finds his way to the forest. He won't run away, though. He promised himself he wouldn't try anymore.]
House 6 and Seventh Heaven are still his main places of solace. He considers himself a worthy enough cook by now, though he will often yield to Yukito's directions. He's broadened his explorations, however; he heavily frequents the forestplains, and will use the teleporters to sneak off to the ocean, when he feels like it.]
He knows the entire village layout, and you can find him anywhere: item shop, grocery, clothing store, battle dome, forest, ocean... He finds a reason to visit them all because sometimes, it's easier walking blindly, even when you don't really have a place to go to.]
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W-what? No way!
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... Well, that's a frightening reaction. Robert actually steps back at that, noticeably cowed.]
M-My... my apologies then...
[And quickly dropping his gaze away. He'd have thought that this would at least say "I don't want to talk down to you or presume you can't understand". Why did it frighten him so much?]
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He does note Robert stepping back, however, and that breaks through some of his horror. Seriously, this guy is really easy to bully without even meaning it. The boy nearly parrots his earlier statement - "I'm not gonna hurt you."]
... Sorry. [Congrats, Robert. You're so much of a woobie that even the child feels the need to console you.]
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Ah...
... [The confusion and awkward sadness is written across his face.]
... N-No, I think I m-must... apologize...
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But I'm busy. [Y-yeah. >_>] I have to make food.
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... D-Do you... want assistance, at... at the least...? I have some skill at... f-food preparation.
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Yes... it is s-similar to chemistry, and... not d-difficult to grasp...
[Though Robert's might be a little overly-specific and unadventurous for Sanji's tastes.]
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You equated his one true love to chemistry. While Sanji can at least admit cooking is partly a science, his nose wrinkles something fierce]
Okay... then what do you wanna cook? [He hums lightly] I'm thinking pasta!
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... What kind? Are there not... m-many varieties? [As a Terran, he is really not familiar with most of them, but he still knows they exist now thanks to seeing them.]
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Like we can make spaghetti and meatballs! [Simple, easy, and delicious. Winning combo] Oh! And maybe some bread sticks. [Hmming to himself now, he glances about the restaurant, then starts marching to the kitchens.]
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basicallya vegetarian... whelp. Robert supposes that he doesn't have to eat it. He just... really doesn't want to consume meat that actually comes from something that had to die for it...So privileged, this one.]Ah... w-well, alright...
[... Meekly following Sanji into the kitchen, yep.]
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You can make the pasta! [As he talks, the boy starts hunting down the necessary ingredients: noodles of course, and some seasoning, as well as a pot for water, green peppers, onions, tomatoes, maybe some broccoli... oh, and of course ground beef. He also grabs bread crumbs at the last second after some mulling]
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and botanical fruitthan he is with handling meat at this point, so he gladly goes to deal with the noodles.... Measuring out an extremely specific quantity of water to boil, now. As in, down to the last micrometre specific. Make of that what you will, Sanji.]
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... What are you doing? [Measuring water, yes, but Sanji's marveling over the precision.]
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Ah - I... [He realizes how strange it probably looks to someone who isn't used to watching him cooking.] ... I am... m-making certain the measurement of the water is... a-accurate.
[... yeah. He's not going to say that he's essentially compelled to do so, but... accurate enough.
... Chastisedly putting the pot on the electric stove to boil, now.]
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With the water ready to boil, Sanji moves onto the meat. It's high-quality beef that's already been ground, meaning all he needs to do is toss it into a bowl with bread crumbs and seasoning, and focus on hand-mixing]
Oh! Can you put some salt in the water, too?
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["Some" is not a numerical amount, Sanji. (Recipes that call for "a pinch" of something always bewilder Robert for several minutes.)]
my paid time ran out so pretend he's still a kid 8|b
[Trolololo]
Okay 8D
D-Do you... have a more... specific number...?
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A pinch is specific, though!
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But it doesn't matter... I don't think. [Shit, does it? Sanji suddenly looks very unsure of hismelf; is this something Zeff would kick him into the wall for? Hmmmmmmmm.]
... How big is five millilitres? [Quick! Give him a visual reference D8]
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... That's about a teaspoon.]
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Ugh, whatever.] Just put in a few of-- [Er.] Put in... five of those.
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