[ anyway he doesn't have mad knife skills so they won't be like, particularly great or symmetrical strips but he does cut them up into approximations of bandages. ]
[ then he takes out a bottle labelled 'grape juice' ]
[ gently throws shade at sanji....... but yeah, with that, he's going to start cleaning and disinfecting!! using the towels as bandages. then wrapping it up with the shirt strips. ]
[It is the same "ow" you'd hear from a child who pricked their finger -- so not any real declaration of pain -- but Sanji's expression sours into dissent regardless as he stands there, letting Phoenix do the work]
Also his glower softens when he's given the last of the booze -- not that he drinks it, but his chef brain immediately veers into five different recipes by accident. And after a sigh:]
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Stay still and let me do it.
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Damn, well. He drops his hands and stands there.
Can't believe Phoenix got Sanji to listen for ten seconds]
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[ anyway he doesn't have mad knife skills so they won't be like, particularly great or symmetrical strips but he does cut them up into approximations of bandages. ]
[ then he takes out a bottle labelled 'grape juice' ]
[ hm this seems safe. ]
This is going to sting.
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[OBJECTION???
Sanji is pointing wildly at that bottle]
What is in that?!
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[ funny, even though it says grape juice, it doesn't smell like grape juice. smells more like.. vodka? ]
Alcohol.
[ thanks phoenix ]
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[Sir. You're not really a hobo are you? Sir???]
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[ maybe...... anyway, hes going to wet a cloth with it. it's definitely vodka. ]
Ready?
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[ominous]
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[ gently throws shade at sanji....... but yeah, with that, he's going to start cleaning and disinfecting!! using the towels as bandages. then wrapping it up with the shirt strips. ]
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[It is the same "ow" you'd hear from a child who pricked their finger -- so not any real declaration of pain -- but Sanji's expression sours into dissent regardless as he stands there, letting Phoenix do the work]
... Why did you waste a perfectly good shirt...
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[ look he doesn't know sanji very well but he has a feeling this guy will aggravate his wounds if given the chance. ]
[ anyway once he's done he'll just give sanji whatever's left of the alcohol because he only drinks grape juice! ]
There you go. Try not to make it worse.
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Also his glower softens when he's given the last of the booze -- not that he drinks it, but his chef brain immediately veers into five different recipes by accident. And after a sigh:]
... Thanks.
[B\]
Guess I owe you dinner, shithead.
[B\\\\]
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Think I'll take a raincheck. Top chef needs to be in top condition, after all.
[ .... ]
In the meantime, maybe put the knives back.