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yusuke kitagawa

"I can't get to the phone right now. Please leave a message and I will respond post-haste."

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[ He's fairly insistent about this, isn't he? ]

Very well, then consider it even. We both created something that took time and effort for the other.

[concasse]

[It's once Yusuke buys into Sanji's subtle demand that he finally relaxes (hadn't realized he'd been getting tense). He'll even let that "look atchu creating shit" comment slide.]

I'd throw in the recipe for the chicken... [an amused tilt in his voice] But you're just gonna forget to make it if I leave it here.

[Go ahead, deny it. Make his day]

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[ But look at him. Creating stuff. Yusuke'd pinch his cheeks in pride but that'd be weird. ]

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[ He comes to into Yusuke's house and drags his good name like this how dare-- ]

I'm well aware of my flaws, thank you.

[concasse]

[Dis face.

Dis face]

Oi, c'mon, Monsieur~

What's the point in getting angry if I'm right?

[This might be the adult equivalent to poking children on the playground for shits and giggles.]

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[ It's a good thing this food is good or he'd be tempted to throw it at him. ]

Why make the observation in the first place if you know the answer?

[ :| ]

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What, you couldn't tell by now? I like to hear myself talk.

[That is such a bullshit answer to go along with his bullshit attitude, but too late, Sanji's enjoying himself again. Why must this always be the product?]

Don't be so sore. It's not that difficult to make, y'know -- I could show you.

[Maybe if he just teaches Yusuke the recipe, his chances of feeding himself will increase?]

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[ Why is this now his hobby? What did Yusuke do to deserve this? He suffers. ]

I do know how to cook.

[ More than someone in this room did until Retrospec decided to regift him his cooking skills??? ]

Well enough.

[concasse]

Oh? Really?

[That might've been the wrong answer because Sanji drops all hints of teasing and swivels his attention on him proper, like the poor bastard just painted a neon sign on his forehead]

What do you normally make?

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[ Oh. That was a sudden and intense shift there. ]

Whatever was easy to cook in batch at a reasonable cost. But sometimes Japanese dishes, if I could. It depended.

WHOOPS how did I miss this

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So if I kidnapped you for a day you'd show me your techniques.

[He... he doesn't really phrase that as a question, and that's truly the concerning part about it.]

the email alert curse!

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... You could just ask. Kidnapping would not be necessary.

[ whY. ]

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Alright. So kidnapping's the backup plan.

[He liked his joke, don't ruin it for him.]

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[ SQUINTS. ]

I'm failing to see why kidnapping is an option at all...