Bubble Trouble

[meatthefuture]

Who: The Straw Hats
Where: Sailing log en route to Gamboller's Berth With a pitstop at Empieza.
When: March 30th-April 7th: Sailing, April 8th-11th Empieza
What: Bubbling and other shenanigans
Warnings: The usual




Have at. :3

Comments

4/3

[serving_lovely]

[Walks in on her in the galley, sporting an outfit that's ENTIRELY NEW and fits him much better than the shit he'd been trying to get away with before. Thank you, Keimi-chwaaaaan~

The smell in the air is different, though. At least, for when it's Keimi who's cooking. It smells almost like...]

...Ah. Whatcha doing, Keimi-chan?

[Because it smells like fish in here.]

[seakingbait]

[Keimi keeps her back to Sanji, working at the stovetop.]

Making lunch. Want some? Not as good as anything you'd make but...

[She turns around and immediately grins wide.]

Damn, you're sexy as hell. I'm pretty proud of this one.

[serving_lovely]

[Instantly blushes a little, scratching the back of his head. WHAT, HE ISN'T SEXY NORMALLY??? Gosh, he needs to bottle up some of this bold, crass Keimi so he can appreciate it more when he's a dude again.]

Heh... Thanks, Keimi-chan. [Glances down at his outfit.] Looks better than the shit I had on earlier, huh?

[Though the bra is still weird. HE'S ODDLY GRATEFUL TO HAVE IT, it's stupid comfortable, but damn. Weird.

He steps closer, trying to peer over her shoulder.]

What kinda lunch?

[seakingbait]

Like night and day.

[She teases. But seriously, she wasn't going to let you off the ship looking like that.]

Fish stew. Caught them this morning. Hope you don't mind that I raided the pantry for a few ingredients.

[serving_lovely]

[That brings Sanji up short.

Uh-oh.]

...But you don't eat fish.

[seakingbait]

[That earns a stare.]

You hit your head? Fish is, like, all I eat.

[She turns back to her pot and gives it a stir.]

Was hoping I could find some clams for chowder, but I'll make due.

[serving_lovely]

[Stares right back until she turns around again, then drags a hand down his face.

Well shit.

WHAT DO.]

Mah, Keimi-chan, you sure you want that for lunch? We could save it for dinner, that'd give me enough time to bake a good loaf of shitty bread to go with it!

[seakingbait]

...Then what would we do for lunch?

[She looks down at the pot. She'd hate to warm it back up later.]

[serving_lovely]

I was, uh...just gonna make a big fruit salad! With sandwiches. Non-shitty-fish sandwiches. And a seaweed salad, too!

[Steps up beside her, looking down into the pot.]

This'll hold just fine, right?

[It smells really damn good, but fuck. He can't let Keimi-chan eat it, she'd hate herself later. Maybe he can shove it at Luffy as an afternoon snack and then pretend the idiot swiped it without asking.]

[seakingbait]

That sounds really nice, Sanji, but I was going to go training this afternoon and I really need the energy.

[What, you lost your manhood and now you have salad on the brain? A girl needs protein, man.]

[serving_lovely]

So I'll make you a shitty energy drink! This will just sit heavy in your stomach anyway if you're gonna try to get a workout in.

[Spouting off bullshit now because it's stew, not a fucking bisque, but whatever. He might also be trying to (subtly) edge Keimi away from the stove.]

[seakingbait]

[And then Keimi was nudged away from the stove.]

Did I catch a poisonous fish or something? What's going on?

[serving_lovely]

Nothing! I'm sure it's delicious, Keimi-chan, I just think it'd be really good for dinner!

[Sheepish look as he tries not to seem suspicious.]

Trust me, with some really good bread to soak up all that broth? It'll be shitty fantastic!

[seakingbait]

If you say so, Sanji.

[She trusts him, but she can't help feeling that this is all very strange.]

If this is your way of asking me on a lunch date, you have a funny way of doing things.

[serving_lovely]

[Snaps the stove top off, then beams at Keimi over his shoulder.]

If I was asking you on a lunch date, I'd have flowers~!

[They can just let that cool now... Sanji goes to wash his hands in the sink.]

Want to help me make the fruit salad?