[After all the bullshit and death and general chaos that comes with Friday, Sanji decides he's taking refuge in... the kitchen. Because it is ALWAYS the kitchen.
And this time with a guest appearance from Nami, his baby tiger that's snoozing happily on his lap as Sanji reclines into his chair, staring at the ceiling and contemplating a cigarette (which he can't even smoke bc it's bad for the baby, being an addict is suffering...).
Upon someone's approach, he doesn't even glance over, just announces in a bored monotone:]
I mean, I was maybe in the shitty minority there, but by the end, I think everyone forgave the ladies. They were acting more in desperation than malice.
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W1 || Friday
And this time with a guest appearance from Nami, his baby tiger that's snoozing happily on his lap as Sanji reclines into his chair, staring at the ceiling and contemplating a cigarette (which he can't even smoke bc it's bad for the baby, being an addict is suffering...).
Upon someone's approach, he doesn't even glance over, just announces in a bored monotone:]
Kitchen's free. Just work around me.
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Huh. [HUH.] You weren't kidding. She really is a baby tiger.
[SMALL...]
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[Well more like she got sent here but details]
You could say she was a gift from my last jailor.
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[Yes there were motherfuckin' dragons being handed out as gifts.]
Tiger-sama and Dragon-sama weren't that bad, honestly... stubborn in their ways, but they wanted us to win.
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[THOUGH UH, he does at least point out:]
I mean, I was maybe in the shitty minority there, but by the end, I think everyone forgave the ladies. They were acting more in desperation than malice.