It's the first thought that crosses Sanji's mind by the time he's at Yusuke's door one Sunday afternoon, openly scowling like it's dared to show him the future in all of its ugly glory. Call it defeatist, but to him? Life dishes out hard lessons for a reason. Who in their right mind wouldn't want to avoid a mess -- and in his case, keep his relationship with Yusuke casual and friendly instead of delving into the shit show that ends up being his love life?
... Which at this point is him marrying himself to his soured pride; a fact he can admit to, if only grudgingly. Yusuke gave him plenty of opportunities to back out, including last weekend, but Sanji refused, so... time to buck up already.
Besides, he reminds himself while knocking his knuckles against the door, wiping his expression into neutral -- it's a date, not a torture session.]
[ Good to see that Sanjiâs going into this with a sense of positivity and excitement.
It would be nice if, when Yusuke opens the door, Sanji didnât look more like he was about to attend his own funeral instead of what should hopefully be a pleasant enough day at the very least. It really instills confidence in a person.
He looks a little thoughtful, before leaning in the door frame with a slight frown. ]
If you are still in need of a âget out of jail freeâ card I will do my best not to be offended.
You could look a little less like this a trip to the gallows.
[ But he sounds less annoyed and more amused, so probably nothing to worry about. He steps out and shuts the door behind him, giving Sanji a curious look. ]
Late? [ But this is the time they were supposed to meet, wasn't it? ]
[Of course it's a surprise! What kind of heathen do you think Sanji is?]
You'll see.
[And thankfully, it really is a short walk of about ten minutes... which for two healthy guys who do this all the time, shouldn't be a problem. Sanji's polite enough to stick some small talk in there, either not wanting to deal with awkward silences or is actually making an effort, who knows.
But once they start approaching one of Recolle's bigger cross sections, a length of street that cuts through the city, Yusuke will begin to notice there sure are a lot of people walking around. In fact, the noise level steadily increases into the makings of a crowd. It's once they break through the first mess of people that they'll see what the excitement's all about--
Though they'll have to look down, first. Toward the ground, specifically. Huge, roll-up canvases are lined up on blocked sections of the street, and in certain areas, the artists didn't botherwith that much, having chosen to take their creativity directly to the pavement.]
Oh... s'not as busy as I thought. Good, it'll make walking around easier.
[All the while, Sanji takes careful stock of Yusuke's expression]
[ It takes Yusuke about .2 of a second to realise firstly, that there's definitely something happening here, and then that the something is art related and occurring on the ground.
He can see the flashes of colour because the people milling around, and it hooks him almost literally, leaving him to edge up as close to the groups to get a better look at the different artworks everywhere. ]
Oh. [ ... He's admitted to himself that he's needed to expand his mediums somewhat, but that had involved.... photography, looking at fashion related art, different materials to sketch with. Not the idea of sketching on the ground itself, where stray feet or a sudden change in the weather could destroy hours of hard work and effort. ]
[It's said with creeping levels of self-disapproval; Sanji knows he didn't do as much homework as he could've. But hey, it'd seemed cool, the kind of thing he thought Yusuke would enjoy to experience.
What a relief to see he wasn't completely off the money.]
They got some other art venues set up in the tents -- [Jewelry, traditional paintings, and the like] -- but the focal point's definitely the chalk art.
Yes, chalk would make the most sense. It's a temporary exhibit, I presume, so chalk would be easier to wash away. But you can do vibrant, unique pieces with it... and it would be the best kind of medium for this sort of surface.
[ And he's off. Verbally, at least.
He's made his way to one of the barriers around the art and is nearly leaning over the edge of it to get a better look at the most prominent pieces. ]
I can see why. Crafting a piece is tough enough as is, but crafting a piece knowing it will be fleeting and putting that much work into it anyway... is very respectable.
Perfect that Yusuke's half-leaned over the barrier during his explanation; it means he can't see Sanji break into a sudden, triumphant grin or how he shakes his head in amusement.]
Yeah, I'm pretty damn impressed with the coloring. [Once he's schooled his expression, Sanji follows after -- and maybe tugs on Yusuke's shirt before he wheels over the edge. Please don't get them kicked out.] I always figured chalk couldn't pull off shades like this... or y'know, would just look chalky.
Most people think of the sort you see on a board in old school shows, but...
[ Oh. He likes the one of the airship... the placement of the shadow is clever, and only makes it all seem very 3D and realistic. He's glad. Whoever did this had some excellent ideas. ]
It depends what you do with it. Pressure applied, or wetting the chalk produces a more vibrant shade. There are tricks to it.
[ He won't get them kicked out...! But he does move back from the barrier when Sanji tugs his shirt, going with the pull of it. ]
[He sounds impressed rather than judgmental. Sanji can barely get pen and paper to work in his favor, after all. And seriously, some of pieces? Even he stops for a closer glance, a low whistle passing through his lips.]
Oi oi, look at this one. Can you imagine how long it took to finish?
Not much. I'm thinking I should try more with it now though.
[ He'd never considered something like this. Just when he thinks he's doing well with his art, something new comes along and he has to open his eyes wider.
He's drawn over by Sanji's impressed whistle, hovering slightly over his shoulder to examine the piece as well. It's... truly stunning; the detail, the shading... ]
A while, I'd say. And if they'd had a sudden rainstorm it would have been ruined. [ Yet still, the artist persisted. ] I suppose we should be thankful for this weather.
Tch, right? Don't think I could put in that kind of investment if it's gonna get destroyed.
[So says the guy whose newest hobby is "temporary art" in the most literal sense, but hey, he's new to the field. Those types of comparisons are still lost to him.
As they make their way down the street, Sanji always keeping one eye on Yusuke to ensure he's enjoying himself (and not wandering past any barriers for a closer look), the blond eventually comes to a halt when he smells something tantalizing on the breeze. Right, right. He nearly forgot -- this festival is for the chalk art but people need to eat. There are tents set up, interspersed with the artwork, a combination of street food and more creative business ventures.
... There is also a tent appropriately named The Spice Rack, and excuse him, Yusuke, Sanji sure is making a beeline over that'a way.]
You'd be surprised what you do when you enjoy something.
[ The smell on the air doesn't pass him by either, but for different reasons - like... not actually eating breakfast. But he's not about to admit that out loud, given that Sanji has been less than impressed a lot of the time when it comes to discussing Yusuke's eating habits.
But the smell draws Yusuke in as well. He's not as quick to follow, still intrigued by the art, but it's an inevitability really. He doesn't know much about spices compared with paints or pencils, but... well. Sanji looks animated enough, in his own way. ]
Oh, they're showcasing cooking here as well. [ That's... fitting. ] I wonder if this is like the farmer's market, with independent sellers...
[Sanji's response takes a while to form. His eyes are glued to a spice so red it looks like it was drawn with crayon, but the consistency is smooth, thoroughly ground to look almost silky to the eyes.
And of course the vendor catches his interest immediately, offers him a chance to smell and even taste her wares if he's willing. He doesn't smile, but his eyes light with fire as he accepts the offer, grabbing one of the sample bags to examine with care]
Would you look at this? It's the color of paint. I'm almost afraid to put this in a dish.
[Oh, but the smell once he opens the bag. No surprise that it nearly sets his hair alight, this is probably a chili pepper of some sort. Not for the faint of heart, the vendor promises.
[ For a brief moment, Yusuke is almost tempted to step back and immortalise that moment and look in memory to transfer to canvas or paper later. Itâs not that he hasnât seen it before - he surrounds himself with artists of every walk of life, and has seen variations on it before. But it looks so bright and vibrant on Sanji; raw and untempered on someone who is still learning just how passionate they are about their art.
Itâs endearing and intriguing all at once.
Spice and food itself might not be the medium that fuels Yusukeâs creativity, personally, but he can appreciate the rich, bright colour of it - like a slash of paint on canvas. ]
You said youâd âalmostâ be afraid to put it in a dish. [ But thereâs still that interest. That spark. ] Why not? See what you can do with it, rather then be afraid of it.
[He'll concede the quality seems top notch, but that doesn't change how food and wares at these festivals are always overpriced. There's a grimace when he's forced to shell over a sizable amount of cash for his spices.]
I'm gonna make it last until summer vacation, at least.
[ Ah, the double edge blade that is festival anything. People gotta make a profit somehow. ]
If itâs as potent as it smells, that sounds doable.
[ It smells like one of those spices that doesnât need any more than just a small pinch at a time, at least. While Sanji is being separated from his money, Yusuke takes the chance to peer outside of the current stall and at some of thenother non-art related stands, not his eyes arenât firmly pinned to the ground. There are certainly a lot of them, including whar smells like a bakery time stall next to the one theyâre currently at, and what looks like a appropriately themed cake related sketch on the ground just in front of it, which he immediately gravitates towards to get a good look at. ]
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[Yuusk is he gonna need to invest in a harness ala Zoro? He turns his head for two seconds and then the guy is just gone.]
Oi, at least wait for me to finish paying...
[Thankfully, Yusuke doesn't go far -- in fact, Sanji bumps into him from behind, having also gravitated toward the thematically drawn cake on the ground. The smell is delightful, though he'd been careful to eat before arriving. Gotta save dem coins.
-- Which begs the question, doesn't it? Sanji's voice becomes dangerously pleasant, right next to Yusuke's ear]
[ Take him to a street art show and he is gonna view the street art!! It's!! Only natural!!
He's so intensely into looking at the chalk art again that he absolutely fails a spot check and ends up surprise!jolting when Sanji's voice is suddenly right there in his ear. Hi. He, uh. Doesn't want to answer that question. ]
I... [ ABORT MISSION. ] ... had coffee?
[ Coffee's a food group, right? It's. It's beans. It counts. ]
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3/11 /CLAIMS PAGE THREE IN THE NAME OF THESE DISASTERS
It's the first thought that crosses Sanji's mind by the time he's at Yusuke's door one Sunday afternoon, openly scowling like it's dared to show him the future in all of its ugly glory. Call it defeatist, but to him? Life dishes out hard lessons for a reason. Who in their right mind wouldn't want to avoid a mess -- and in his case, keep his relationship with Yusuke casual and friendly instead of delving into the shit show that ends up being his love life?
... Which at this point is him marrying himself to his soured pride; a fact he can admit to, if only grudgingly. Yusuke gave him plenty of opportunities to back out, including last weekend, but Sanji refused, so... time to buck up already.
Besides, he reminds himself while knocking his knuckles against the door, wiping his expression into neutral -- it's a date, not a torture session.]
HOW THE HECK ARE THERE THREE PAGES
It would be nice if, when Yusuke opens the door, Sanji didnât look more like he was about to attend his own funeral instead of what should hopefully be a pleasant enough day at the very least. It really instills confidence in a person.
He looks a little thoughtful, before leaning in the door frame with a slight frown. ]
If you are still in need of a âget out of jail freeâ card I will do my best not to be offended.
[ Real good start guys. Keep it up. ]
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... That comment, though. Sanji ticks up a brow, looking crossed between amused and exasperated.]
I got dressed for this, of course I'm not backing out.
[In the usual vest + tie + slack combo. Sanji, truly a one-trick pony.]
Oi, let's hurry up. We're already late.
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You could look a little less like this a trip to the gallows.
[ But he sounds less annoyed and more amused, so probably nothing to worry about. He steps out and shuts the door behind him, giving Sanji a curious look. ]
Late? [ But this is the time they were supposed to meet, wasn't it? ]
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... Doesn't stop Sanji's eyes from appreciatively roaming a couple of seconds before he turns away, nodding towards their front.]
Well, not late, but shit's probably in full swing.
Hope you don't mind a short walk.
[Because HAHAHAHA to perhaps everyone's surprise, Sanji does not own a car. Those bastards are expensive, heck no.]
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Where are we going? [ Because he knew the time, and the date, but that was about it. Is it supposed to be a surprise? ]
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You'll see.
[And thankfully, it really is a short walk of about ten minutes... which for two healthy guys who do this all the time, shouldn't be a problem. Sanji's polite enough to stick some small talk in there, either not wanting to deal with awkward silences or is actually making an effort, who knows.
But once they start approaching one of Recolle's bigger cross sections, a length of street that cuts through the city, Yusuke will begin to notice there sure are a lot of people walking around. In fact, the noise level steadily increases into the makings of a crowd. It's once they break through the first mess of people that they'll see what the excitement's all about--
Though they'll have to look down, first. Toward the ground, specifically. Huge, roll-up canvases are lined up on blocked sections of the street, and in certain areas, the artists didn't bother with that much, having chosen to take their creativity directly to the pavement.]
Oh... s'not as busy as I thought. Good, it'll make walking around easier.
[All the while, Sanji takes careful stock of Yusuke's expression]
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He can see the flashes of colour because the people milling around, and it hooks him almost literally, leaving him to edge up as close to the groups to get a better look at the different artworks everywhere. ]
Oh. [ ... He's admitted to himself that he's needed to expand his mediums somewhat, but that had involved.... photography, looking at fashion related art, different materials to sketch with. Not the idea of sketching on the ground itself, where stray feet or a sudden change in the weather could destroy hours of hard work and effort. ]
These are all chalk...? [ Give him a minute here, he hasn't seen anything like this. But it definitely doesn't look like he isn't enjoying himself. ]
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[It's said with creeping levels of self-disapproval; Sanji knows he didn't do as much homework as he could've. But hey, it'd seemed cool, the kind of thing he thought Yusuke would enjoy to experience.
What a relief to see he wasn't completely off the money.]
They got some other art venues set up in the tents -- [Jewelry, traditional paintings, and the like] -- but the focal point's definitely the chalk art.
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[ And he's off. Verbally, at least.
He's made his way to one of the barriers around the art and is nearly leaning over the edge of it to get a better look at the most prominent pieces. ]
I can see why. Crafting a piece is tough enough as is, but crafting a piece knowing it will be fleeting and putting that much work into it anyway... is very respectable.
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Perfect that Yusuke's half-leaned over the barrier during his explanation; it means he can't see Sanji break into a sudden, triumphant grin or how he shakes his head in amusement.]
Yeah, I'm pretty damn impressed with the coloring. [Once he's schooled his expression, Sanji follows after -- and maybe tugs on Yusuke's shirt before he wheels over the edge. Please don't get them kicked out.] I always figured chalk couldn't pull off shades like this... or y'know, would just look chalky.
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[ Oh. He likes the one of the airship... the placement of the shadow is clever, and only makes it all seem very 3D and realistic. He's glad. Whoever did this had some excellent ideas. ]
It depends what you do with it. Pressure applied, or wetting the chalk produces a more vibrant shade. There are tricks to it.
[ He won't get them kicked out...! But he does move back from the barrier when Sanji tugs his shirt, going with the pull of it. ]
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[He sounds impressed rather than judgmental. Sanji can barely get pen and paper to work in his favor, after all. And seriously, some of pieces? Even he stops for a closer glance, a low whistle passing through his lips.]
Oi oi, look at this one. Can you imagine how long it took to finish?
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[ He'd never considered something like this. Just when he thinks he's doing well with his art, something new comes along and he has to open his eyes wider.
He's drawn over by Sanji's impressed whistle, hovering slightly over his shoulder to examine the piece as well. It's... truly stunning; the detail, the shading... ]
A while, I'd say. And if they'd had a sudden rainstorm it would have been ruined. [ Yet still, the artist persisted. ] I suppose we should be thankful for this weather.
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[So says the guy whose newest hobby is "temporary art" in the most literal sense, but hey, he's new to the field. Those types of comparisons are still lost to him.
As they make their way down the street, Sanji always keeping one eye on Yusuke to ensure he's enjoying himself (and not wandering past any barriers for a closer look), the blond eventually comes to a halt when he smells something tantalizing on the breeze. Right, right. He nearly forgot -- this festival is for the chalk art but people need to eat. There are tents set up, interspersed with the artwork, a combination of street food and more creative business ventures.
... There is also a tent appropriately named The Spice Rack, and excuse him, Yusuke, Sanji sure is making a beeline over that'a way.]
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[ The smell on the air doesn't pass him by either, but for different reasons - like... not actually eating breakfast. But he's not about to admit that out loud, given that Sanji has been less than impressed a lot of the time when it comes to discussing Yusuke's eating habits.
But the smell draws Yusuke in as well. He's not as quick to follow, still intrigued by the art, but it's an inevitability really. He doesn't know much about spices compared with paints or pencils, but... well. Sanji looks animated enough, in his own way. ]
Oh, they're showcasing cooking here as well. [ That's... fitting. ] I wonder if this is like the farmer's market, with independent sellers...
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And of course the vendor catches his interest immediately, offers him a chance to smell and even taste her wares if he's willing. He doesn't smile, but his eyes light with fire as he accepts the offer, grabbing one of the sample bags to examine with care]
Would you look at this? It's the color of paint. I'm almost afraid to put this in a dish.
[Oh, but the smell once he opens the bag. No surprise that it nearly sets his hair alight, this is probably a chili pepper of some sort. Not for the faint of heart, the vendor promises.
He shoots a glance Yusuke's way]
... Think I should get it?
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Itâs endearing and intriguing all at once.
Spice and food itself might not be the medium that fuels Yusukeâs creativity, personally, but he can appreciate the rich, bright colour of it - like a slash of paint on canvas. ]
You said youâd âalmostâ be afraid to put it in a dish. [ But thereâs still that interest. That spark. ] Why not? See what you can do with it, rather then be afraid of it.
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[TOO LATE, NO TAKE BACKSIES. Sanji turns to the vendor with an impish grin and lifts a few of his fingers] I'll take three of the smaller bags.
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â[ Well at least heâs trying it?? ]
Please do attempt to knock me out via too much spice. That just seems humiliating, somehow.
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[He'll concede the quality seems top notch, but that doesn't change how food and wares at these festivals are always overpriced. There's a grimace when he's forced to shell over a sizable amount of cash for his spices.]
I'm gonna make it last until summer vacation, at least.
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If itâs as potent as it smells, that sounds doable.
[ It smells like one of those spices that doesnât need any more than just a small pinch at a time, at least. While Sanji is being separated from his money, Yusuke takes the chance to peer outside of the current stall and at some of thenother non-art related stands, not his eyes arenât firmly pinned to the ground. There are certainly a lot of them, including whar smells like a bakery time stall next to the one theyâre currently at, and what looks like a appropriately themed cake related sketch on the ground just in front of it, which he immediately gravitates towards to get a good look at. ]
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Oi, at least wait for me to finish paying...
[Thankfully, Yusuke doesn't go far -- in fact, Sanji bumps into him from behind, having also gravitated toward the thematically drawn cake on the ground. The smell is delightful, though he'd been careful to eat before arriving. Gotta save dem coins.
-- Which begs the question, doesn't it? Sanji's voice becomes dangerously pleasant, right next to Yusuke's ear]
Yusuke~! ... Did you eat before I picked you up?
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He's so intensely into looking at the chalk art again that he absolutely fails a spot check and ends up surprise!jolting when Sanji's voice is suddenly right there in his ear. Hi. He, uh. Doesn't want to answer that question. ]
I... [ ABORT MISSION. ] ... had coffee?
[ Coffee's a food group, right? It's. It's beans. It counts. ]
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With a displeased grunt, Sanji straightens up and fits his hands into his pockets]
You get five goddamn minutes to pick a place to eat.
[Look at how patient he's being? He didn't throw Yusuke over his shoulder and carry him into the nearest vendor.]
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