[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. Itās not that he hasnāt 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.
Itās endearing and intriguing all at once.
Spice and food itself might not be the medium that fuels Yusukeās creativity, personally, but he can appreciate the rich, bright colour of it - like a slash of paint on canvas. ]
You said youād āalmostā be afraid to put it in a dish. [ But thereās 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 itās as potent as it smells, that sounds doable.
[ It smells like one of those spices that doesnāt 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 arenāt firmly pinned to the ground. There are certainly a lot of them, including whar smells like a bakery time stall next to the one theyāre 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. ]
[ At least he is consistent and doesn't disappoint...?
Uh.
Okay so now the pressure is on?? Literally this whole place is just. Art and food. Help?? ]
Oh.
[ HELP?? Honestly, throwing him over his shoulder might just be faster. But he does do a visual circuit of the area, looking for something that would be varied and appealing?? ]
There, maybe? [ Sure does look like a place doing interesting looking Mexican street food tent?? Please don't kick him there. Whatever is being made there certainly smells really nice, for sure. ]
[The goal is to feed this stick of a man, not criticize his tastes (for now). Sanji glances at the vendor and after a critical pause, starts walking toward the relatively short line for food.
Yusuke better be following him because if not, he's getting dragged over. None shall escape until all stomachs are filled.]
Smells good... [Rubbing his chin] Wonder if they'd be willing to share any of the recipes...
[ He's not going to argue with the idea of eating food once they're at the stall - nor is he going to linger at the art, as much as he'd like to. He knows the drill by now. There's menu attached to the counter with a cord, but it's long enough for him to pluck one up and pull it over to them so they can see what's available. ]
Is that common? To share recipes from restaurants and stalls?
[ Oh. The quesadillas look good. And smoked salmon tostadas? Looking over the description, it looks almost refreshing compared to some of the heavier, spicier dishes. ]
Although there's no harm in asking. They do seem to have some quite unique ideas here.
[Holy shit, you can do that with salmon? Briefly, Sanji entertains the idea of breaking the cord holding the menu in place (hey, pirates gotta pirate), but after a moment's thought, he settles for pulling out his phone and opening up a memo app.
... He is absolutely typing up the entire menu. For. Reasons.]
[ Wow, Sanji... you can't just steal a whole menu that is literally what the cord is there for. Yusuke just... gently tugs Sanjiās hand away from the cord. No breaking. But he does exactly nothing to stop him copying the entire menu while the owners arenāt looking. ]
[IT'S NOT STEALING IF IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM...!]
Of course we are, I don't know what they taste like.
[Which he phrases like it's an egregious oversight that must be corrected immediately. But hey, Yusuke can tug him away once Sanji is finished his business. They're near the front of the line and barely have to wait before it's their turn to order, and after nudging Yusuke in the side:]
[ IT IS IF ITāS BREAKING A CORD TO GET IT....! Says the thief to the pirate. ]
My initial impression would be āvery niceā, but that seems like a good enough reason.
[ Yusuke keeps looking over the menu - there are a lot of other nice things on the menu, such as various empanadas, that would be a nice extra but his attention gets snapped away pretty quickly. ]
What? No, I can pay. Youāre the one that found this place, I can at least buy lunch.. [ That, and someone here didnāt just drop a lot of money on spices. ]
[A pause, in which Sanji turns the full force of his stare on Yusuke. He can't believe they're about to have an "who gets to pay" argument. Isn't that a second-date milestone?]
... Sure.
[-- Or he could just decide to be an adult because who the fuck cares. Let the starving artist have his moment.]
[ Stare all you want Sanji. He's very good to look at, wink wonk. But when Sanji agrees to let him pay, he just nods and goes back to looking at the menu. ]
Alright. I'm going to get these as well... [ He taps his finger over the menu option for the buttermilk chicken tacos - chicken, habanero and white onion relish with a spiced mayonnaise. It sounds lovely.
It's not long before they're ordering, and Yusuke pays for both the orders without any hassle. Good, because he's hungry now. Feed him. ]
[YES. GOOD. EAT. They are the same height and yet Sanji's ready to bet money he weighs twice as much. That just can't be allowed to stand.
And while Yusuke is gathering up their orders, Sanji will scout out locations to sit. Sure, they could walk and eat, but it makes him nervous to carry food too close to the exhibits. He'd rather they not have a potential mess on their hands.
The festival seems to be of the same mind -- there are plenty of benches and tables to sit at, and of course he snags one that overlooks some of the artwork.
... He also happens to snag it just as someone else comes to claim the bench, a college-level brat with thick brows and a heavy scowl.]
Oh c'mon, I was gonna sit there...
[Sanji looks up, blinks... doesn't move] Were ya? [A shrug, because surprise, there's only one person he's contractually obligated not to be an asshole towards] Sorry, guess plans change. [But hey, he'll nod over a couple spots] That one's free, though.
Yeah, so you can go over there. It's not a big deal!
[No, dude, but you sure are making it one now. What the hell, is this real life? Sanji's mouth falls into a sharp frown]
Yusuke is focused on gathering the orders in the neat little box they're presented to him in - immediate extra points for ease of carrying the food, yes - and turning to the seating area. And seeing the ... stand off that seems to be starting there.
He slows his pace a little, approaching Sanji and the young man who appear to be having a, uh, friendly? chat. The raise in temperature doesn't pass him by, but for the moment Sanji seems to be keeping it together. ]
... Is everything alright?
[ I mean. It isn't. But it's an opener, at least. ]
[Oh, the things Sanji could say right now, ranging from "We've got a shitty loser on our hands" to "So if I kicked him into the street, would his blood count as art?"
... But again, surprise of surprises, Sanji chooses to follow a more diplomatic path if it will save Yusuke the headache. He doesn't get out of his seat, but his tone is frustratingly level, expression having relaxed back into neutral.]
Disagreement over seating arrangements. [He offers the man a cool stare] But it's fine, I gave him some alternatives.
[So are we done here, asshole?? Sanji would like to eat instead of keeping up his end of the staring contest. And after the guy scoffs, clearly frustrated but feeling outnumbered --]
... Whatever.
[The man prepares to leave. Sanji visibly relaxes.
... Until he hears the guy mutter something under his breath and never mind, whatever he said, Sanji is on his feet and prowling forward, Yusuke has exactly two seconds to catch him before Sanji literally paints the street with someone's blood today--]
[ The entire situation is so tense that Yusuke feels if he makes too much noise, it will snap clean in two. So he moves slowly, like he's surrounded by volatile animals, and sets the food down on the now clear table and bench.
For a brief, brief moment it feels like the tension has ebbed somewhat, and Yusuke can feel a sigh escape him. And then Sanji lunges forward - too much like that volatile animal analogy he'd just made, and Yusuke moves on autopilot, hooking a hand into the crook of Sanji's elbow and tugging it. Hard. ]
Sanji.
[ His hand squeezes, once. Half comforting, half ... not warning but insistent. ]
[There's no fire in sight, but oh boy, it's reaching that level of vitriol, with flickers of heat starting to bend the air. Sorry Yusuke, he wasn't taught how to chill out when he was a kid, and Sanji actually looks flabbergasted at being held back.
... He's also not so forgone that he's going to turn the brunt of his fury on his date, so.
After holding Yusuke's gaze for a beat, his arm reluctantly relaxes in the other's grip. Common sense saves the day.]
[ It's said a little drily. That was not the reaction of someone calm, and cool and in control? That was angry, and for a brief moment he was genuinely concerned he'd be scraping a body off the floor. And the body would not be Sanji's.
Still.
He's back off, so... that's good. Yusuke's hand drops from Sanji's elbow to loosely grip around Sanji's wrist as he tugs him back towards the table. ]
Come on. He's gone, and the food will get cold. [ No more thinking of beating up college-age assholes? ]
[Mentally beating the piss out of college-age assholes is the only reason Sanji hasn't done it in real life, okay? B| ... Along with Yusuke's interference, he guesses.
Still, he'll follow as beckoned and take a seat at the table, glancing at the hand covering his wrist with the vaguest hints of a pout. All that adrenaline with nowhere to go. Bah.
... Sure is hungry, though. Nothing like a spike of rage to whet the appetite. He supposes he can calm down for that]
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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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Itās endearing and intriguing all at once.
Spice and food itself might not be the medium that fuels Yusukeās creativity, personally, but he can appreciate the rich, bright colour of it - like a slash of paint on canvas. ]
You said youād āalmostā be afraid to put it in a dish. [ But thereās 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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ā[ Well at least heās 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 itās as potent as it smells, that sounds doable.
[ It smells like one of those spices that doesnāt 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 arenāt firmly pinned to the ground. There are certainly a lot of them, including whar smells like a bakery time stall next to the one theyāre 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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Uh.
Okay so now the pressure is on?? Literally this whole place is just. Art and food. Help?? ]
Oh.
[ HELP?? Honestly, throwing him over his shoulder might just be faster. But he does do a visual circuit of the area, looking for something that would be varied and appealing?? ]
There, maybe? [ Sure does look like a place doing interesting looking Mexican street food tent?? Please don't kick him there. Whatever is being made there certainly smells really nice, for sure. ]
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Yusuke better be following him because if not, he's getting dragged over. None shall escape until all stomachs are filled.]
Smells good... [Rubbing his chin] Wonder if they'd be willing to share any of the recipes...
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Is that common? To share recipes from restaurants and stalls?
[ Oh. The quesadillas look good. And smoked salmon tostadas? Looking over the description, it looks almost refreshing compared to some of the heavier, spicier dishes. ]
Although there's no harm in asking. They do seem to have some quite unique ideas here.
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[Holy shit, you can do that with salmon? Briefly, Sanji entertains the idea of breaking the cord holding the menu in place (hey, pirates gotta pirate), but after a moment's thought, he settles for pulling out his phone and opening up a memo app.
... He is absolutely typing up the entire menu. For. Reasons.]
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I take it weāre ordering those then.
[ No problems here. They sound delicious. ]
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Of course we are, I don't know what they taste like.
[Which he phrases like it's an egregious oversight that must be corrected immediately. But hey, Yusuke can tug him away once Sanji is finished his business. They're near the front of the line and barely have to wait before it's their turn to order, and after nudging Yusuke in the side:]
Oi, you want anything besides that? I'm paying.
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My initial impression would be āvery niceā, but that seems like a good enough reason.
[ Yusuke keeps looking over the menu - there are a lot of other nice things on the menu, such as various empanadas, that would be a nice extra but his attention gets snapped away pretty quickly. ]
What? No, I can pay. Youāre the one that found this place, I can at least buy lunch.. [ That, and someone here didnāt just drop a lot of money on spices. ]
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... Sure.
[-- Or he could just decide to be an adult because who the fuck cares. Let the starving artist have his moment.]
If you insist. I'm just getting the salmon ones.
[Since y'know HE ATE.]
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He's very good to look at, wink wonk.But when Sanji agrees to let him pay, he just nods and goes back to looking at the menu. ]Alright. I'm going to get these as well... [ He taps his finger over the menu option for the buttermilk chicken tacos - chicken, habanero and white onion relish with a spiced mayonnaise. It sounds lovely.
It's not long before they're ordering, and Yusuke pays for both the orders without any hassle. Good, because he's hungry now. Feed him. ]
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And while Yusuke is gathering up their orders, Sanji will scout out locations to sit. Sure, they could walk and eat, but it makes him nervous to carry food too close to the exhibits. He'd rather they not have a potential mess on their hands.
The festival seems to be of the same mind -- there are plenty of benches and tables to sit at, and of course he snags one that overlooks some of the artwork.
... He also happens to snag it just as someone else comes to claim the bench, a college-level brat with thick brows and a heavy scowl.]
Oh c'mon, I was gonna sit there...
[Sanji looks up, blinks... doesn't move] Were ya? [A shrug, because surprise, there's only one person he's contractually obligated not to be an asshole towards] Sorry, guess plans change. [But hey, he'll nod over a couple spots] That one's free, though.
Yeah, so you can go over there. It's not a big deal!
[No, dude, but you sure are making it one now. What the hell, is this real life? Sanji's mouth falls into a sharp frown]
No.
[mmmm that air sure is getting warm.]
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Yusuke is focused on gathering the orders in the neat little box they're presented to him in - immediate extra points for ease of carrying the food, yes - and turning to the seating area. And seeing the ... stand off that seems to be starting there.
He slows his pace a little, approaching Sanji and the young man who appear to be having a, uh, friendly? chat. The raise in temperature doesn't pass him by, but for the moment Sanji seems to be keeping it together. ]
... Is everything alright?
[ I mean. It isn't. But it's an opener, at least. ]
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... But again, surprise of surprises, Sanji chooses to follow a more diplomatic path if it will save Yusuke the headache. He doesn't get out of his seat, but his tone is frustratingly level, expression having relaxed back into neutral.]
Disagreement over seating arrangements. [He offers the man a cool stare] But it's fine, I gave him some alternatives.
[So are we done here, asshole?? Sanji would like to eat instead of keeping up his end of the staring contest. And after the guy scoffs, clearly frustrated but feeling outnumbered --]
... Whatever.
[The man prepares to leave. Sanji visibly relaxes.
... Until he hears the guy mutter something under his breath and never mind, whatever he said, Sanji is on his feet and prowling forward, Yusuke has exactly two seconds to catch him before Sanji literally paints the street with someone's blood today--]
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For a brief, brief moment it feels like the tension has ebbed somewhat, and Yusuke can feel a sigh escape him. And then Sanji lunges forward - too much like that volatile animal analogy he'd just made, and Yusuke moves on autopilot, hooking a hand into the crook of Sanji's elbow and tugging it. Hard. ]
Sanji.
[ His hand squeezes, once. Half comforting, half ... not warning but insistent. ]
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... He's also not so forgone that he's going to turn the brunt of his fury on his date, so.
After holding Yusuke's gaze for a beat, his arm reluctantly relaxes in the other's grip. Common sense saves the day.]
Oi, wasn't like I was gonna murder him.
[Just break his legs.]
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[ It's said a little drily. That was not the reaction of someone calm, and cool and in control? That was angry, and for a brief moment he was genuinely concerned he'd be scraping a body off the floor. And the body would not be Sanji's.
Still.
He's back off, so... that's good. Yusuke's hand drops from Sanji's elbow to loosely grip around Sanji's wrist as he tugs him back towards the table. ]
Come on. He's gone, and the food will get cold. [ No more thinking of beating up college-age assholes? ]
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[Mentally beating the piss out of college-age assholes is the only reason Sanji hasn't done it in real life, okay? B| ... Along with Yusuke's interference, he guesses.
Still, he'll follow as beckoned and take a seat at the table, glancing at the hand covering his wrist with the vaguest hints of a pout. All that adrenaline with nowhere to go. Bah.
... Sure is hungry, though. Nothing like a spike of rage to whet the appetite. He supposes he can calm down for that]
You taste any of it yet.
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