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[Action, January 13th]
She's also ten shades of terrifying. Um. Taking a healthy step back and holding up his hands in defeat, only to immediately perk up when given a task] Yeeeeeeees~! Right away, my love~!
[Doh-- he turns quickly and fights back a wince, cursing his motor mouth to hell. Goddamn, he hadn't even meant it like that, and is he always spouting out that type of shit? Amazing no one's really punched him in the face for it yet. His only hope is that she's too caught up in her cooking escapades to note his slip-up.
... Though seriously, she's going to set something on fire if she continues working herself into a simmer.
Around the time he finishes setting the plates, silverware and glasses is when Perona hisses out Sanji's favorite word, in a way that bodes nothing but ill-tidings. He glances sharply in her direction] Perona-chan, are you alright?!
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My love.
Those words repeat themselves again and again in Perona's mind, and with each repeat, the outside word becomes farther and farther away. Reality starts to become fuzzy, replaced by a quiet place where nothing else matters but her thoughts, and the sound of her beating heart - rapid and thunderous as it is. That's why Perona doesn't answer, nor really do much about her cut just yet. She just lets it bleed and coat her fingers in red while blissfully embracing her Happy Place.
Please try again momentarily.]
[Action, January 13th]
... He broke her, didn't he.
Fuuuuu--- okay, okay. No panicking, Sanji. He steps over quickly to her side, about to wave a hand in front of her face when he catches sight of all that blood and winces. The cut itself probably isn't too deep, but it still looks like it hurts.
And besides, this really begs the question: how does one restart a Perona? All the ways he can think of are definitely Master Theatre worthy, but don't lend themselves to the whole "We're just friends" idea.]
Perona-chan, here. Let me see for a second. [He takes a second to grab a cloth, drench it with cool water, and while she's still spacing out, lightly twists her wrist so her fingers face him and dabs some of the blood away.]
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It's fine. Just a cut. I can patch this up easily. [In fact, there should be some large band-aids in one of her drawers. Where did she put them?] This is nothing compared to other cuts I've had to fix. ...I just wish I didn't make such a mess.
[She waves her uninjured hand for Sanji to step aside so she can fix herself up, and take care of the cooking before it burns or something. She also has to clean up, too. Bah, what a blunder!]
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OH WELL. Missed opportunities and such. Instead he'll retreat until he's out of her way, though quickly steps back into place just in case the cooking starts pulling an attitude]
I guess that's true. I'm sure the shithead gave you plenty of practice. [Two years' worth, in fact. My god, does he pity her]
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Perona locates the bandaids, though for the moment she's cleaning the wound, wincing at the stinging pain that comes with touching the raw flesh. Ugh, ow, shit....fff--! That really hurts for a small thing, my god. She can only imagine what Zoro went through over two years. And his eye...]
PAH! I can't understand how you tolerate such an animal! It was hard enough trying to find him when he was injured, let alone patch him up. Stupid fantasista. [SLAPPING ON THAT BANDAID. B|] Do you keep him on a leash? Or in a pen?
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Tch, if I thought a shitty pen could make him stay put, I would've tried it months ago. [Alas, Sanji's pretty damn sure Zoro would cut or gnaw his way out with enough time]
Haven't tried the leash idea yet... [He rubs thoughtfully at his chin] I'll have to give that a shot; thank you, Perona-chan.
Maybe a shock collar would do it.
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Horohorohoro! If you go through with it, please let me know how effective it is. I'd be very interested. Though if you shock him too much, that may be more work for me. [A few more minutes and it's finally ready. Perona snatches up Sanji's plate and places the finishing touches on his meal (grilled chicken with spinach and melted mozzarella - and a side of boiled and seasoned potatoes) then finally sets it down in front of him.]
Would you like any wine, Mr. Cook? Or something stronger?
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Any wine you have is fine, Perona-chan -- and it looks delicious~! [He's impressed, truly] I bet you could teach some of my shitty cooks a few things about presentation.
[Okay, maybe he's just inflating her ego for the hell of it, as Sanji is nothing but proud of the work his chefs put into their dishes - but he grins up at her all the same.]
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[She floats, literally, to the cupboards to fetch a good bottle of wine and touches down on one foot, pouring him a glass of white wine. It goes better with lighter meals like chicken. Red is more for the thicker, richer meats.]
Mmmh, but I've never been displeased with what I'm given at your restaurant... It's always looked delicious to me. I don't think I'd improve anything, really.
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Well, the shitty place has come a long way since I took over. [Sanji remembers when Cloud Nine was just a concept, and he the only chef pulling regular hours. Heh... Just thinking of all those crazy months and the ridiculous amount of time and effort he put into the restaurant sets a satisfied curl on his lips.] Doesn't even feel that long...
[But he's getting caught in his thoughts. Sanji blinks, then glances at Perona. There's a moment where he feels disoriented being served like this, and must fight off the urge to fetch the woman a plate. He'll just play it off with a grin] Perona-chan's joining me, right?
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Has it? How long have you been manning the restaurant, Mr. Cook? [She's genuinely curious. He must've...been here a while, then. Possibly a few years. Aaah, that's so strange - not being out on the open sea for so long... At least on Kuraigana, they'd sail for supplies sometimes.] Ah--eh? What? Oh!
[Ffff, she got so caught up in serving him she forgot about herself, whoops. Perona sputters, turning pink all over again, and nods quickly.] Y-Yes, of course! Eh, but don't wait for me, it'll get cold.
[And she put some hard work into that dish, she doesn't want it to go to waste. But Perona will serve herself a plate and take a seat across from Sanji in just a minute or two. Wow, they're...actually having dinner...t-together. Heh.] Please, tell me what you think of it.
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[Which means he's been in Luceti a good three years or more, even counting his disappearance for two months. That's longer than he spent on that forsaken okama island, he realizes, and longer than his time with the crew back home. Nami-san, Vivi-chan, Luffy, the shithead... save Franky, he's known the Straw Hats longer in this prison than outside of it, and the chef stills from his own silent musings.
Hell, if not for Luceti, he wouldn't even be having dinner with Perona, would he? She'd still hate him, or just not care, and her image would only cross through his mind on some odd whim before vanishing without a second thought.
Head slightly bowed, his sightless gaze wanders along the table until resting at the plate in front of him, and it's with some effort that Sanji stirs back to himself. He picks up fork and knife, cutting off a piece to sample.]
... Delicious~! [Not surprising at all. It's flavorful, and tender, and even if he were in a position to seriously critique her work, Sanji would still praise the taste and effort]
[Action, January 13th]
She makes a noise in her throat, to show she heard him, but nothing more than that. Two years...that's just as much time as she spent with the two swordsmen. Ugh, to be landlocked like that. It sounds almost torturous. Though he at least has a lot of company, and some of his crew, too. That's something to look forward to, she guesses.
Cutting into her own food - albeit slowly and with a few winces here and there due to her still painful cut - Perona pauses before taking a bite for herself and delights in the chef's approval.]
You really think so?! [Oh, that actually makes her really, really happy. The two idiots would eat just about anything if it was cooked well enough, so having an actual chef say her food is good is a wonderful thing. And such a magnificent chef like Sanji, too...it's definitely boosting her ego.] Horohoro, that makes me so happy to hear! ...Eh, but you better not just be saying that to please me. I won't forgive you.
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... >_> Right. Moving along.]
Give it a taste yourself! [He playfully waves his fork at her before cutting himself off another bite.] It really is that good.
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Perona considers Sanji for a moment, then takes a bite for herself, and is pleasantly surprised by her own handiwork. Hm, it actually did come out better than she expected! Seems her efforts paid off indeed, how good for her! A proud smile graces her lips and Perona raises her chin up a little. Heh.]
It is good! [And Sanji likes it, too. This is a wonderful day, huff.] Weeh, I'm so glad you approve of it, too! It's nothing like your food, Mr. Cook, but it makes me happy you enjoy it! It's nice having you here with me.
[Action, January 13th]
Idiot. Because this really screams "We're just friends." Sanji glances away, torn by guilt and a few other emotions that are rendering his cheeks red. This might've been going too far, and he still doesn't know if that's good or bad. He can't pretend to know the woman's mind.]
It's always an honor spending time with Perona-chwan~! [He recovers quickly, though after a beat, he adds, testing:] I bet we should do this more often~!
[As friends... if that's what she wants.]
[Action, January 13th]
Perona spaces out a little, only barely hearing the words Sanji was saying. She filters out just a little, and nibbles on her food as she idly daydreams. More often? Yes, they would definitely be a thing she'd like to do. Having Sanji over more often to just do whatever they hell they want would be very, very nice indeed.]
Mm. I'd like that...
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That thought in mind, he abandons his self-doubt for the day and enjoys the rest of the meal with gusto, idle chatter crowding the table as they finish their meal. And once finished, Sanji scoots up from his chair before Perona latches onto the chance. He grabs his plate and hers]
Here, let me wash 'em. It's the least the guest can do after enjoying Perona-chan's angelic hospitality~!
[Action, January 13th]
Kind of.]
You wash, I dry. [And don't you dare argue. She's already pushing her seat back and standing up.]
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Yeeeeeees~! [But really, is he going to turn down her standing next to him while they perform domestic, household chores? B| Hell no. If he were less aware of the shit coming out of his mouth, he'd probably preen about the unspoken romance of such an act - washing dishes with your sweetheart.
My god, it's hard holding himself back.]
Next time it'll be my turn to treat Perona-chwan~! [He hands her rinsed dish] Maybe by the sea -- or at the hot springs~!
[Action, January 13th]
Her fingers brush against the back of Sanji's hand when he offers another dish, too long in her musing, but Perona blinks and snaps out of it quickly. Oh my, she's really got to stop that. He might start thinking she's crazy or something, or not interested in his company.]
Eh...d-dinner by the sea? [O-Oh my ahchvgd that's kind of really romantic, isn't it?! Perona huffs and turns quickly to put the dry dishes back into the cupboards.] It you really think it's necessary, then I won't stop you! I haven't been to the sea here in a long time...
[Is that a wistful, kind of gloomy sigh? Yes, yes it is. God, she misses the Grand Line.]
[Action, January 13th]
Though the real question would be can he keep it rated PG for their entire dinner? Shit, it seems ever since she kissed him, Sanji has found himself examining every aspect of his actions and how they can be interpreted. It's exhausting work.
He pulls himself out of his thoughts long enough to catch the tail-end of that sigh, and blinks down at her with curiosity. That's a sigh he's familiar with, in his own way, and a smile forms on his face]
Why not? It doesn't take any time to reach it.
[He turns back to the dish in his hand, watching the suds dry and dull] I can't stand to stay away from it longer than a week.
[Action, January 13th]
And the more he goes on about it, the harder it is for her to find a reason not to accept. It'd just be a friendly dinner like this was! M-Maybe.]
It's been too cold these months, and with everything that happens here, I haven't had the time, really. Or my plans get ruined. ...But I would like to spend time with you there, if you'll have me, Mr. Cook, thank you. Oh, and for coming here, too.
[Action, January 13th]
In that case, would you rather wait until shitty spring gets here? [He hurries up and cleans the next dish before presenting it to her, that smile from before sharpening into a pleased grin.]
Maaah, you don't have to thank me for that! I already told you how I wanted to see you.
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