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007↠ ACTION/VOICE (Forward-dated to tomorrow morning)
... Oi. Any of you New Feathers interested in cooking?
[This rather straight and subdued question comes from someone who hasn't looked at his journal in what feels like a long, long time, let alone felt the desire or necessity to make a public statement. And he knows it. The fact alone almost makes him break off before he finishes.]
I'm still down a few cooks at Seventh Heaven, so I'd appreciate any shitty help about now.
[But there, he's finished. After a moment's thought, he closes the journal and heads out for the day - to Seventh Heaven, of course, but only for a few hours, and then perhaps a walk later since it suits his fancy. There's plenty of thinking to be had no matter where he goes. And the entire time outdoors, he reminds himself that it's been chilly for a few weeks now, this isn't anything new.
He just... missed it happening.
The item shop, the clothing store, the forest, the bar... it doesn't really matter to him where he ends up. He's spent more than enough time to himself in the house, avoiding friend and acquaintance alike. Today will be spent remembering what feeling normal is like, and he's okay with searching a little to find out.]
[This rather straight and subdued question comes from someone who hasn't looked at his journal in what feels like a long, long time, let alone felt the desire or necessity to make a public statement. And he knows it. The fact alone almost makes him break off before he finishes.]
I'm still down a few cooks at Seventh Heaven, so I'd appreciate any shitty help about now.
[But there, he's finished. After a moment's thought, he closes the journal and heads out for the day - to Seventh Heaven, of course, but only for a few hours, and then perhaps a walk later since it suits his fancy. There's plenty of thinking to be had no matter where he goes. And the entire time outdoors, he reminds himself that it's been chilly for a few weeks now, this isn't anything new.
He just... missed it happening.
The item shop, the clothing store, the forest, the bar... it doesn't really matter to him where he ends up. He's spent more than enough time to himself in the house, avoiding friend and acquaintance alike. Today will be spent remembering what feeling normal is like, and he's okay with searching a little to find out.]
[Action] ... okay at this point this ship sails itself.
We were once enemies, I get that, but then you took care of Zoro when my crew couldn't. [Whether out of the goodness of her heart, or because she was looking to extract some type of revenge at the time, Sanji doesn't know, but he's very aware of the end result: Zoro came back to the crew. Somehow, Perona's to thank for that.]
Perona-chan doesn't give herself enough credit. [A bit of a smile. Really, he'd thought this part would be obvious] You've got a very kind heart.
[And then he hesitates, twisting his head and staring at the door like he'd prefer to dart right back out. Unspoken words burn on his tongue until he musters up the courage to say them] I guess not allies...
[And then a glance back in her direction] ... How about friends instead?
[Action] 8| ....I am going to be forced to draw cute things p. soon.
You've got a very kind heart.
She goes rigid, eyes wide and face turning a shade to directly match her hair. She huffs, looking away from the chef and ready to shut him up and tell him off for that, but he just...goes on. And she can't bring herself to silence him. Friends...friends? Really? This is the second time she's been asked to be friends by someone. The first was Sabo, back when she was younger - and far more unruly- and now the cook. This may take some getting used to, but...she's happy about it. Friends means she won't ever be alone, right?]
...Very well. I accept. [She's still flushed pink, and deliberately not looking Sanji in the eye, but Perona is smiling. After a few minutes, she does finally slide over to the cook and wrap him up in a hug.] Thank you, Mr. Cook. You're a very respectable man.
Hm~! And maybe a little bit cute. ♥
[Action] 8] /will have to draw as well
It's a damn good thing he blushes at the ears first.
And then abruptly he blows out a short chuckle, as though amused by his own reaction, and returns the hug with a huge smile on his face] Perona-chan's gonna start spoiling me with comments like that.
[Action] yes good. /creep.
She hugs him a little tighter for a second, then lets go after a single exhale. It's amazing how much better she feels, after speaking with Sanji and making amends. Weird, too. But she won't dwell on that. Best not to think much on the whys and enjoy her renewed vigor and happiness. So, with a slight spring in her step, she goes back to where the put the food Sanji brought for her, peering into it.]
If it bothers you, think of it as me returning the favor. You spoil me. [Even if she likes being spoiled and won't ever ask him to stop so long as she lives.] What did you make?
[Action]
[Yes, because tiny toasted morsels he cut into bat shapes is not at all fancy. He also prepared two types of sandwiches - one favoring a more vegetarian outlook, filed with various fresh veggies and also a sauce for dipping, and then a few with added ham and roast beef. Additionally he tried his hand at a rich onion soup, and the final follow-up consists of a slice of vanilla pudding cake.
The food might be "simple" at heart, but it will no doubt taste delicious.]
I wasn't sure what you were in the mood for-- oh! And would you like tea with your meal, Perona-chan? Or perhaps coffee? [How easy he falls back into step despite this being her apartment, and the suggestion flies out of his mouth with habit as its guide.]
[Action]
And maybe it's because she's distracted by the food in front of her, or that she's just gotten used to Sanji waiting on her, but she gives in to his habits this time. You've got free reign, Sanji, Perona's too happy right now to butt in.]
Tea, please. I don't think I'll be able to eat all this and a rich drink like that in one sitting... [Hell, she's barely sure she can eat even half of what he made in one go. 8| You really do spoil her, man.] Eeeh, this smells so good! How did you keep it hot all this time? Didn't you walk far?