TAAKO

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W0 || Saturday

[concasse]

[Clearly they got off to a great start in the kitchen last time, so it only makes sense that their second meeting be there, too--

Except this time Sanji has his head on the counter, an arm over his face, muttering darkly to himself:]

Shit, I wasn't quick enough... those sons of bitches really took them all...!

[chaoticlootral]

[This place is so tiny! Guess he'll just have to get used to seeing this guy. This guy who's name he never even asked? Wow.

Anyway, he, actually understands this pain deeply. Coming over to lean against the pantry, arms crossed.]

Yeesh, not even 24 hours, huh?

[concasse]

[Y'know what, in this moment?

Sanji will silently call a cease fire so he can bitch with someone who understands]

Can't wait to find one of us stabbed like a shitty pin cushion by tomorrow.

[Barely lifting his head from the counter]

-- or on Friday, since that's how my group did it.

[chaoticlootral]

Huh. Ours were Thursday.

[Taako would give him a there there pat, but he doesn't like to Touch people.]

Anyway, I've got my suspicions on the thieves.

W0 - FRIDAY

[chaoticlootral]

[Hi, is Sanji in the kitchen. Wherever he is, if he's around, Taako will actually pipe up.]

Big surprise, right?

[concasse]

-- At least we're done with the shitty formalities.

[Oh, he's in the kitchen. With a rather large plate of food, though the look Sanji gives it is one of vague irritation]

We all knew this shit was coming.

[chaoticlootral]

You didn't happen to be in here last night, did you?

[Eyeballing the food. What's up with that, homie.]

[concasse]

Of course I was.

[As if he'd be anywhere else, this chefly disaster]

W0 - SATURDAY

[chaoticlootral]

[Well, he can guess he'll have to share the kitchen with Sanji at some point tonight, so, going ahead and just talking to him. Might as well.]

Less hungry now?

[concasse]

[When the chefs gotta share space...

Though Sanji's a lot less bristle than usual, nursing some tea and staring at the ceiling before he rouses himself]

Aa. No appetite now.

[chaoticlootral]

Me either.

[Honestly, just moving to sit his ass on the counter instead of starting any cooking for now.]

You were going to go home? After your last, uh, game?

[concasse]

... Of course.

[Sanji has, quite stupidly, operated under the assumption that everyone got their happy ending, and he glances at Taako in bemusement]

We did what we had to and got our two jailors to behave, I guess you could say.

[...]

And you? You're going home, right?

W1 || FRIDAY

[concasse]

Tch. Congrats on still breathing.

[This is just how they're gonna greet each other each time they cross paths in the kitchen.]

[chaoticlootral]

[Just, coming in here, smelling of fucking Death, still in his blood soaked clothes. It's fine!]

So this is just how we're gonna great each other forever, huh?

[concasse]

Would you rather have me sobbing at your feet as my heart leaps for shitty joy from the sight of you?

[CLOSING HIS EYES at the smell? Taako, c'mon]

[chaoticlootral]

I mean, yes?

[Yes.

Anyway he can't help it, it's a curse.]

So, what were you up to last night?

WEEK 2 - MONDAY

[chaoticlootral]

[Taako will . . . . . . . give Sanji some time to cool the fuck off before he's trying to find him again. Eventually, when he does, just putting one macaron in front of him. Then moving out of the way enough in case Sanji actually does take a swing at him.]

There. Replacement.

[concasse]

[... Sanji's not sure what pisses him off more -- that this is clearly a macaron made with skill, or that Taako is determined to finish his task.

He won't take a swing at him, even heaves a sigh that suggests he won't lob the food back at the other guy's face, either, but his expression isn't friendly]

Fine. We're even. You happy now?

[Like bruh, why won't you leave him alone. Sanji knows Taako doesn't care]

[chaoticlootral]

Not particularly happy at any point in time during this here Murder Game, but, I suppose so!

[Hauling himself up to sit on the counter.]

So, street kid? Caught in a war? . . . Other circumstances?

W2 || DEATH DAY

[concasse]

[in the kitchen as always with this one.

... He doesn't look particularly enthused to see Taako, but he's not combative or dismissive either.]

You do some snoopin' around?

[chaoticlootral]

[Taako’s not really cooking so much as using the big ole’ sink to wash his . . . arms off. Which are covered in dirt up to the elbows. There’s a bunch of freshly dug up veggies though!]

When am I not being nosy . . . ?

[concasse]

... Good point.

[SANJI AGREES]

Anyway, deets, then tell me what you're making.

W2 || SUNDAY

[concasse]

[Fuck cooking.

Sanji is here for tea spiked with whatever booze he could find, and he's got his head slammed into the kitchen counter again.

Even when hearing someone make their entrance, he just mutters something along the lines of "please don't make me cook" mumbled into his coat.

Let him spend the next ten minutes with his spirit broken before he makes you bitches soup.]

[chaoticlootral]

You should make them cook for themselves, or they'll never learn.

[Just reaching over him to try and grab some hot water for his own tea?]

[concasse]

[Oh it's Taako (Taco??? Just realized that potential pun). His head lifts up then flops back down, albeit in a position where he can talk freely]

Normally I don't mind, it's my job to cook for my crew, but...

[A SHRUG]

Fuck it, they can take whatever's in the mess hall.