[Not that Sanji's got a problem with this -- he really doesn't. That just doesn't do anything to quell his curiosity, as has been established, and his head lulls to the side so he can get a better look at Yusuke from his position.]
... Can I see some of 'em?
[A pause, and then almost spoken too quickly--]
I mean, if that shit's private, it's not a problem or anything.
[ Yusuke brushes some eraser dust from the paper, and looks down at his current sketch for a moment before nodding. ]
I don't mind. You are a prominent feature in the sketchbook, so it's only fair.
[ He snaps it shut and holds it out to Sanji with little fanfare. ]
In a way, I suppose it is private. There are pieces I would not share with the world at large in there, but I m fine sharing them with you. [ Get ready for like seven pictures of you asleep with artistically placed sheets, Sanji. It's his favourite thing to draw. ]
Sanji might have underestimated what "a lot" actually meant in this context, given how his eyebrows arch once he starts flipping through the book (still on his back, the lazy sod). He's careful to keep any sand off the pictures, turning the pages with a delicate touch, until he makes the first of many amused, offhanded comments]
Did you fluff up the sheets around me before drawing this?
[ After a second of silence, he leans over and flips a couple of pages ahead in the sketchbook, past a couple of doodles of Akira and Elliot doing things around the house.
There's a picture of Sanji asleep on his sofa, with a very content kitten curled up on his chest.
[And so he resumes his sketchbook flipping, smiling still, though watching page after page of drawings with him as the subject is... mm.
It's not that he's upset, far from it. He's the one barging in on Yusuke's hobbies. This just inadvertently reminds him of ... something. Something they haven't discussed, and Sanji had been more than happy to shove into the back corner of his thoughts, but now he feels like he's staring it in the eye without warning.
Eventually he hands the sketchbook back, eyes focused at the sky.]
[ To be fair there are other drawings in there as well. Akira, Elliot, sketches of just Chou, of Yusuke's mother. Even the odd few people he sketched while he was out and about, going about their daily lives without realising they'd become the subject of artwork.
But his biases are clear. There is a strong focus on around three or four people, all people who are important to him. So that answers the question fairly neatly. ]
How do you pick the things you like to cook?
[ It's rhetorical, because he keeps talking. ]
People who are important to me are the most interesting for me to sketch. Usually because I get to see more of you, or Elliot or Akira on a daily basis, and see more things I would like to draw in the process.
But it's nice to draw someone you know, and focus on capturing what makes them them.
...
Chou is a special case because she's adorable and a perfect model.
[The crack about Chou earns a grin, though it tapers off quickly as Sanji returns to a thoughtful expression -- a bit pinched with some slight anxiety around the edges.]
She's gettin' big... [A filler comment while he gathers his thoughts, eyes still scanning the sky for nothing] Not really a kitten anymore.
[She'll be through her adolescence and then a full fledged cat, growing old like the rest of them. It's not really anything he ever considered before, but suddenly ... Sanji feels old at 22, with the rest of his life ahead of him. As if irritated by it, he flips on his stomach, head cushioned by his arms.]
And I'm not nearly as poetic. I just cook whatever shit comes to mind. Recipes I don't even know. [Closing his eyes for a tick, only to open them again.]
[ The change of attitude is rather stark. From teasing and happy, to something like ... apprehension. Definitely grumpy.
He shifts a little, to lean his elbows on his knees, and then, after a moment, he lifts one of his hands reach out and brush through Sanji's hair. ]
Are you looking for complements?
[ He curls a strand of the hair around his fingers, and thinks it over. ]
There are a lot of things that I could try and portray when drawing you, but I'm not sure you realise you possess these traits. Your kindness, your sense of humour and the look you get when you're indulging your tendency towards teasing, that spark of drive and passion I see when you cooking "whatever shit comes to mind" and how it's growing.
And that's just if we're talking about things that aren't physically apparent.
[Spend those kinds of things on someone more suited, is what he means, but to his credit, Sanji doesn't immediately launch into a retort after Yusuke finishes talking, laying out all the ways in which Sanji is neither kind nor humorous--
Doesn't mean he's not thinking it, but hey, it's progress, that he can keep it to himself instead of allowing his bad opinions to spill over.
The fingers threading through his hair probably helps, too. Mumbling into his arm:]
[ It's almost like he see the physical strain Sanji is going through to not try and smack down those compliments and observations. It'd almost be funny if it wasn't so heartbreaking at the same time. He can't even really ask what caused this attitude, because he knows he'd just get a flat lot of nothing in response.
So he keeps running his fingers through Sanji's hair instead. That seems to be going down well. ]
Yes. I'm the expert on your good traits, so you can't argue with me.
[That, too, earns another snort, but this one carries with it an edge of divisiveness -- not even aimed at Yusuke, just turned inward from an irony he can't explain]
You're in luck, never knew what being spoiled felt like.
[ He is not letting you stroll down Dark and Grumpy Lane, Sanji. This is a good day, he's going to make sure of it. ]
Not that I can do anything like cook you a fancy dinner, that feels like a dangerous thing to attempt. [ Just like. Sure, Yusuke. Cook the chef a meal. ]
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[Ah, survival skills. That's what it sounds like to Sanji. His expression tempers a bit as he considers Yusuke's offer, but honestly at this point, this is something he wants now, and we all know how he is when he openly wants something.]
Oi, do I look like the kind of guy whose gonna complain about your food? [PERISH THE THOUGHT. Just make him shit, Yusuke. Do it.]
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[Not that Sanji's got a problem with this -- he really doesn't. That just doesn't do anything to quell his curiosity, as has been established, and his head lulls to the side so he can get a better look at Yusuke from his position.]
... Can I see some of 'em?
[A pause, and then almost spoken too quickly--]
I mean, if that shit's private, it's not a problem or anything.
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I don't mind. You are a prominent feature in the sketchbook, so it's only fair.
[ He snaps it shut and holds it out to Sanji with little fanfare. ]
In a way, I suppose it is private. There are pieces I would not share with the world at large in there, but I m fine sharing them with you. [ Get ready for like seven pictures of you asleep with artistically placed sheets, Sanji. It's his favourite thing to draw. ]
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Sanji might have underestimated what "a lot" actually meant in this context, given how his eyebrows arch once he starts flipping through the book (still on his back, the lazy sod). He's careful to keep any sand off the pictures, turning the pages with a delicate touch, until he makes the first of many amused, offhanded comments]
Did you fluff up the sheets around me before drawing this?
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[ That's a yes. ]
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Surprised you didn't try to dump Chou on my head for maximum effect.
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There's a picture of Sanji asleep on his sofa, with a very content kitten curled up on his chest.
You're welcome. ]
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He is giving his boyfriend such a side eye right now]
I gotta stage an intervention at this point, or...?
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[ SIDE EYE RIGHT BACK AT YOU. ]
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[sanji for fuck's sake]
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Well. My point stands. And has just been proven.
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At least Chou looks cute.
[And so he resumes his sketchbook flipping, smiling still, though watching page after page of drawings with him as the subject is... mm.
It's not that he's upset, far from it. He's the one barging in on Yusuke's hobbies. This just inadvertently reminds him of ... something. Something they haven't discussed, and Sanji had been more than happy to shove into the back corner of his thoughts, but now he feels like he's staring it in the eye without warning.
Eventually he hands the sketchbook back, eyes focused at the sky.]
Neh, how do you choose what subjects you draw?
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[ To be fair there are other drawings in there as well. Akira, Elliot, sketches of just Chou, of Yusuke's mother. Even the odd few people he sketched while he was out and about, going about their daily lives without realising they'd become the subject of artwork.
But his biases are clear. There is a strong focus on around three or four people, all people who are important to him. So that answers the question fairly neatly. ]
How do you pick the things you like to cook?
[ It's rhetorical, because he keeps talking. ]
People who are important to me are the most interesting for me to sketch. Usually because I get to see more of you, or Elliot or Akira on a daily basis, and see more things I would like to draw in the process.
But it's nice to draw someone you know, and focus on capturing what makes them them.
...
Chou is a special case because she's adorable and a perfect model.
[ BIASED. ]
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She's gettin' big... [A filler comment while he gathers his thoughts, eyes still scanning the sky for nothing] Not really a kitten anymore.
[She'll be through her adolescence and then a full fledged cat, growing old like the rest of them. It's not really anything he ever considered before, but suddenly ... Sanji feels old at 22, with the rest of his life ahead of him. As if irritated by it, he flips on his stomach, head cushioned by his arms.]
And I'm not nearly as poetic. I just cook whatever shit comes to mind. Recipes I don't even know. [Closing his eyes for a tick, only to open them again.]
So what makes me me, eh? Through your drawings.
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[ The change of attitude is rather stark. From teasing and happy, to something like ... apprehension. Definitely grumpy.
He shifts a little, to lean his elbows on his knees, and then, after a moment, he lifts one of his hands reach out and brush through Sanji's hair. ]
Are you looking for complements?
[ He curls a strand of the hair around his fingers, and thinks it over. ]
There are a lot of things that I could try and portray when drawing you, but I'm not sure you realise you possess these traits. Your kindness, your sense of humour and the look you get when you're indulging your tendency towards teasing, that spark of drive and passion I see when you cooking "whatever shit comes to mind" and how it's growing.
And that's just if we're talking about things that aren't physically apparent.
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[Spend those kinds of things on someone more suited, is what he means, but to his credit, Sanji doesn't immediately launch into a retort after Yusuke finishes talking, laying out all the ways in which Sanji is neither kind nor humorous--
Doesn't mean he's not thinking it, but hey, it's progress, that he can keep it to himself instead of allowing his bad opinions to spill over.
The fingers threading through his hair probably helps, too. Mumbling into his arm:]
Well... I guess you're the expert on this.
[He's... trying. He's trying very hard.]
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So he keeps running his fingers through Sanji's hair instead. That seems to be going down well. ]
Yes. I'm the expert on your good traits, so you can't argue with me.
[ THIS IS FACT NOW. ]
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Oi now, not even a little? What if I think I need some constructive criticism?
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[ Hmmm. ]
But positivity is good too. Just don't get too spoiled.
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You're in luck, never knew what being spoiled felt like.
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[ He is not letting you stroll down Dark and Grumpy Lane, Sanji. This is a good day, he's going to make sure of it. ]
Not that I can do anything like cook you a fancy dinner, that feels like a dangerous thing to attempt. [ Just like. Sure, Yusuke. Cook the chef a meal. ]
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[He gives a light shrug, only briefly disrupting the hand in his hair with the gesture before settling down again]
I wouldn't mind eating something you made for me.
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[ CHEF SKILLS. They may have come out of nowhere, but Yusuke is very fond of them. Please continue to cook for him. ]
... I can try? But most of what I can make aims to make the most food for the least amount of money, so I can't promise it'll wow you.
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[Ah, survival skills. That's what it sounds like to Sanji. His expression tempers a bit as he considers Yusuke's offer, but honestly at this point, this is something he wants now, and we all know how he is when he openly wants something.]
Oi, do I look like the kind of guy whose gonna complain about your food? [PERISH THE THOUGHT. Just make him shit, Yusuke. Do it.]
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I mean... considering you woke up over night with secret chef powers? A little, unintentionally. I critique all art, after all.
[ Even he's positive as heck about it. ]
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