[Noooo clue who that is. Sanji's only met the twin, and it's been long enough since he's thought of Yu that the connection doesn't make itself apparent]
Hn. Well, it sounds like we don't get many leads...
[Smiling innocently in Yusuke's direction]
So where should I put it, eh? I wasn't gonna leave it out here in the living room, that was just bad timing on your part.
[8D Yes, Yuusk, this is on you for daring to visit your boyfriend before he could present the body pillow somewhere more satisfying]
Precisely. I think that means we can strike him off the list. You'd recognise him, given who his twin is.
[ .................................. He sets Chou down, and she immediately baps the body pillow instead. Then he puts his hands directly on Sanji's shoulders. ]
[ Mmrgh. Yusuke leans forwards, bumping his forehead against Sanjiās shoulder. In a weird way, immediately agreeing to burn the pillow might be one of the sweetest things heās done?? Maybe?? In a weird, roundabout way. ]
āUpsetā is a little... [ Heās pulling a thoughtful face but heās also pulling it directly into Sanjiās shirt so it will remain a mystery expression. ]
Thereās probably a funny side to it, itās just.... weird right now? [ He turns his head to glance befween Chou and The Thing On The Sofa, which she seems to be fine with, and Sanji. ] And frustrating neither of us are sure who made it.
[ ....... ]
Besides if you ever got rid of it youād have to burn it anyway. That thing canāt be sat around in a trash heap, itād be too embarrassing.
[It's not everyday you get to burn the body pillow of your boyfriend commissioned by someone else. This has gotta be a first in the history of the human race.
Regardless, Yusuke's despair only gets a huff of amusement and a shoulder pat, Sanji allowing the other to burrow his face into his shoulder.]
Well, it'd be pretty harsh to toss this shit in the garbage where it'd slowly decompose... with your face on it.
[See now that it's on Sanji's mind, he doesn't approve.
[Much as he'd rather Yusuke just lean on him a while longer, Sanji carefully dislodges his boyfriend so he can go fetch the body pillow, wrapping an arm around its middle while Chou watches grumpily. Hey that was hers...]
We'll have to avoid security cameras if we wanna do it close to the apartment. Otherwise just somewhere outta the shitty way?
Oi, you don't even know what we burned. Maybe it was our way of protecting the public.
[Sanji and Baren, upstanding citizens putting their reputations on the line for the common people.
Pay no attention to the amused smirk on Sanji's face, even when his ear is pulled.]
... Hn, guess I don't need to bring anything else. [He gives the pillow a thoughtful look now, silently detailing out the steps to this plan before shrugging]
Normally we'd want something to start the fire and help contain it, but I got both of those covered... this bullshit fire power of mine has been more helpful than I thought it'd be.
[ He tilts his head slightly, and brushes his lips against Sanji's jawline. It's difficult not to smile a little at his half-hearted insistence that all his pyromancy is for noble causes. ]
Nothing to carry the ashes in to dispose of them? No matter how useful your fire abilities are, burning this pillow will leave an unpleasant residue.
[W O W Sanji has been nothing but good to Yusuke and he retaliates by elbow nudging him. Such rudeness.
... Also, everyone on this room knows Sanji's kinda ticklish so he is going to squirm and escape to the couch, so there's at least a foot of distance between them. B|]
A-anyway! Let's get this shitty act off the road.
[Grabbing the pillow with Yusuke's likeness on it... tilting his head]
Should I take a picture for prosperity, or would you kill me if I did that?
[Sanji really would've been fine taking no pictures, but he can't help but smirk with the permission given.]
Renard, you spoil me.
[Because he is so whipping out his phone to take a picture of this monstrosity, forever preserved in the shadows until the moment Sanji decides to remind Yusuke this once existed.
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[ His arms immediately loosen, and Chou wriggles herself into a more comfortable position. Good. She purr. ]
-- Yes. Akira. But to be fair to him, Souji is has commissioned a number of body pillows in the past.
However I'm not sure he knows we're dating, let alone that you keep nagging me about the body pillow.
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[Noooo clue who that is. Sanji's only met the twin, and it's been long enough since he's thought of Yu that the connection doesn't make itself apparent]
Hn. Well, it sounds like we don't get many leads...
[Smiling innocently in Yusuke's direction]
So where should I put it, eh? I wasn't gonna leave it out here in the living room, that was just bad timing on your part.
[8D Yes, Yuusk, this is on you for daring to visit your boyfriend before he could present the body pillow somewhere more satisfying]
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[ .................................. He sets Chou down, and she immediately baps the body pillow instead. Then he puts his hands directly on Sanji's shoulders. ]
Burn it.
[ Please. Do it for him. ]
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[SAID WITH A BIT OF AWE IN HIS VOICE.]
Alright, I'll burn it.
[I mean.
He wasn't actually going to keep it.
Not unless Yusuke makes him one]
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āUpsetā is a little... [ Heās pulling a thoughtful face but heās also pulling it directly into Sanjiās shirt so it will remain a mystery expression. ]
Thereās probably a funny side to it, itās just.... weird right now? [ He turns his head to glance befween Chou and The Thing On The Sofa, which she seems to be fine with, and Sanji. ] And frustrating neither of us are sure who made it.
[ ....... ]
Besides if you ever got rid of it youād have to burn it anyway. That thing canāt be sat around in a trash heap, itād be too embarrassing.
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Regardless, Yusuke's despair only gets a huff of amusement and a shoulder pat, Sanji allowing the other to burrow his face into his shoulder.]
Well, it'd be pretty harsh to toss this shit in the garbage where it'd slowly decompose... with your face on it.
[See now that it's on Sanji's mind, he doesn't approve.
Yes, let's give this body pillow a hero's death.]
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Should I be concerned of how willing and eager you are to torch my likeness?
[ But. Well. He did ask for it. ]
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You know damn well my natural default is to be on fire anyway.
[Sanji kinda doesn't care about the world all that much and probably wouldn't care if it torched. News at 11.]
Oi, c'mon, the sooner we get rid of it, the sooner you can stop having an anxiety attack.
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... Right. Are there any rules against lighting things up in public here that would should be aware of?
[ And if so, how do you manage it, Sanji? ]
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[Much as he'd rather Yusuke just lean on him a while longer, Sanji carefully dislodges his boyfriend so he can go fetch the body pillow, wrapping an arm around its middle while Chou watches grumpily. Hey that was hers...]
We'll have to avoid security cameras if we wanna do it close to the apartment. Otherwise just somewhere outta the shitty way?
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[ He stops to tickle Chou under the chin. Sorry, little one. No one should be cursed with this pillow. ]
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[That is his go-to excuse for everything nefarious... because it's true. In this household we blame Baren for our sins.]
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[ And honestly, genuinely, he does see. It all makes sense. But he does tweak Sanji's ear, gently. ]
That is not an excuse for wanton pyromancy of the intentional kind, but it feels a few months too late to be emphasising this.
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[Sanji and Baren, upstanding citizens putting their reputations on the line for the common people.
Pay no attention to the amused smirk on Sanji's face, even when his ear is pulled.]
... Hn, guess I don't need to bring anything else. [He gives the pillow a thoughtful look now, silently detailing out the steps to this plan before shrugging]
Normally we'd want something to start the fire and help contain it, but I got both of those covered... this bullshit fire power of mine has been more helpful than I thought it'd be.
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[ He tilts his head slightly, and brushes his lips against Sanji's jawline. It's difficult not to smile a little at his half-hearted insistence that all his pyromancy is for noble causes. ]
Nothing to carry the ashes in to dispose of them? No matter how useful your fire abilities are, burning this pillow will leave an unpleasant residue.
YES I AM SLAMMING BACK INTO THIS
[Kiiiinda implying that Sanji never took those measures before and just let the ashes fly where they wanted. Sorry, your man ain't a boyscout, Yusuke.
-- And then just. Abruptly leaning his weight into Yusuke, snickering]
Unless you'd prefer an urn to mourn its passing.
[Heheheh. Hehehehehe....]
IT IS FITTING THAT FOR HALLOWEEN WE REVIVE OLD THREADS. also YES!!!
[ WHAT KIND OF HEATHEN ARE YOU SANJI. And then he purposely nudges him in the side. His elbows are probably bony as shit, RIP. ]
I'm sure I will mourn it in my own way. [ Aka Not At All. ]
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... Also, everyone on this room knows Sanji's kinda ticklish so he is going to squirm and escape to the couch, so there's at least a foot of distance between them. B|]
A-anyway! Let's get this shitty act off the road.
[Grabbing the pillow with Yusuke's likeness on it... tilting his head]
Should I take a picture for prosperity, or would you kill me if I did that?
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...
Are you going to be showing it around to random people?
[ The answer should be "no", by the way. Do not show pictures around. ]
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[He seems very adamant about this, so that is. A good thing!
Maybe]
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One photo. Just one.
[ And he will check your pictures to make sure it is just one, mister. This is trust. ]
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Renard, you spoil me.
[Because he is so whipping out his phone to take a picture of this monstrosity, forever preserved in the shadows until the moment Sanji decides to remind Yusuke this once existed.
#blessed]
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...
Yes, I beginning to think I do.
[ Sigh. ]
This can never be seen by anyone else. Ever.
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[EXCEPT TO YOU, YUSUKE, this is your last chance to adjust that statement.]
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That's a relief then. All there is to concern myself with is finding who created it in the first place...
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