i've got something perfect i can bring. see you soon, beautiful.
[ It does take a few minutes to scrub the takoyaki pan and wipe down the counters, but it also gives him time to regain his cool. Try as he might, he's not particularly good at keeping his emotions in reserve and his feelings for her always seem to overflow. Subtle isn't possible for Sanji and it's only the fact that he heaped adoration on her well before their arrangement started that even makes it possible for them to keep this secret. Slowly, the tension in his muscles dissolves as he works through the cleaning and the stress of the moments fades, revealing joy underneath it. Whether he deserves it or not, she's made her claim and he can't imagine anything that would make him happier.
What this means is a mystery even to him. Life on the Baratie left no time or space for relationships and even if it had... his life then had been devoted to ensuring the success of Zeff's dream. It's not like he'd know what to do with one. He still doesn't, but as he walks the deck from the galley, that almost seems to not matter.
Once he's there, he knocks gently on her door before pushing it open, careful to only let it open wide enough to slip inside. Not for the first time, he's grateful she has the space to herself. There's no hiding the stupidly large grin that lights up his face as he sees her, barely dressed in one of his blue-stripped button-up shirts. He's tempted to pull her into his arms that instant and kiss her, but there's a bottle of wine neatly tucked under one arm and two glasses occupying his other hand. ]
I, uh, brought that drink you wanted for us. It's sweet, but strong. [ It felt appropriate, really. The cork is already popped as he sets the bottle and the glasses down on her desk. ] Want me to pour you a glass now?
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[ It does take a few minutes to scrub the takoyaki pan and wipe down the counters, but it also gives him time to regain his cool. Try as he might, he's not particularly good at keeping his emotions in reserve and his feelings for her always seem to overflow. Subtle isn't possible for Sanji and it's only the fact that he heaped adoration on her well before their arrangement started that even makes it possible for them to keep this secret. Slowly, the tension in his muscles dissolves as he works through the cleaning and the stress of the moments fades, revealing joy underneath it. Whether he deserves it or not, she's made her claim and he can't imagine anything that would make him happier.
What this means is a mystery even to him. Life on the Baratie left no time or space for relationships and even if it had... his life then had been devoted to ensuring the success of Zeff's dream. It's not like he'd know what to do with one. He still doesn't, but as he walks the deck from the galley, that almost seems to not matter.
Once he's there, he knocks gently on her door before pushing it open, careful to only let it open wide enough to slip inside. Not for the first time, he's grateful she has the space to herself. There's no hiding the stupidly large grin that lights up his face as he sees her, barely dressed in one of his blue-stripped button-up shirts. He's tempted to pull her into his arms that instant and kiss her, but there's a bottle of wine neatly tucked under one arm and two glasses occupying his other hand. ]
I, uh, brought that drink you wanted for us. It's sweet, but strong. [ It felt appropriate, really. The cork is already popped as he sets the bottle and the glasses down on her desk. ] Want me to pour you a glass now?