[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.]
[it is absolutely body pillow 2.0 except Sanji actually stands a chance of getting what he wants.]
I mean... if you put in two gallons of salt, might have to pull you aside for a talk, but cooking's a good medium for creativity. Besides a person's specific tastes, judging a dish is more trouble than its worth, unless you're in a cooking competition.
[Mmm, he's not even sure if he's explaining this well? But this is just an area they differ in: Sanji has no interest in judging the skills of another chef, only his own, so much that he has to wonder if this is another "gift" from his past self]
I told you, I didn't get gifts growing up, so you making me anything is enough to wow me.
[Sanji? Love himself? Yusuke, you know better than to expect that.
Though he does visibly grin when Yusuke offers to make him something. See? It's the small things in life that calm him, and given the turn this convo had taken, Sanji can feel himself relax back into place.]
Alright, looking forward to it. [NO WORD ABOUT YUSUKE MESSING UP, listen, Sanji really is that easy to please]
Pork. It's fat content means it's got a lot of flavor in it.
[Sanji turn off your chef brain for two seconds, man. But honestly, this sudden turn of events is all good in his books. He turns a grin over his shoulder, reaching over to lace his fingers in the others.]
Pork it is then. [ Pork belly, here he comes. ] I'll adjust the sweetness levels as well - how sweet do you prefer things like curry?
[ Oh. He's being affectionate. That leaves a shamelessly warm glow in Yusuke's chest... Sanji being affectionate is rare but good. And almost immediately, he lightly squeezes Sanji's hand back. ]
Sweetness...? [Hm. That's a good question. It's one of those dissonance moments where Sanji... remembers not liking sweet things in his past life, and it'd be a stretch to say he loves them now, but he pauses anyway, his thumb resting on Yusuke's knuckles as he searches out an answer.]
Mildly sweet would be nice.
[Though as long as it's not gonna give him a sugar rush, Sanji doubts he'll be picky.]
I can do mildly sweet. Don't worry, if you'd said too sweet I would put my foot down. The sweetness is supposed to complement the fatty meat quite nicely.
[ Stop
charming him with the hand holding, this isn't fair?? ]
[ohthankgod, Yusuke gets it, and smirks in his own amusement.]
See? You already know plenty of shit about flavors balancing. You'll be fine!
[Believe in yourself, Yusuke! ... How did their positions reverse like this, these losers.
Though, y'know, I just realized this was a date, and there is a tradition to uphold, so--
Their little area on the beach is mostly secluded, just the two of them on a blanket with some food Sanji had brought along, but it's not a private area, either. Already they've probably seen some couples or families trek along on a journey for the perfect spot. In particular, Sanji finds himself smiling at the kids, and only barely tolerating the presence of the adults. ]
[-- and then one of them, from a group of men playing volleyball nearby, makes the unfortunate choice of tearing through Sanji and Yusuke's spot, tripping over the chef with a yelp and a swear word, and--
And Yusuke knows what's going to happen.]
You stupid ass piece of shit would you watch where you're going I'll beat the hell out of you--!!
[Is Sanji getting more hotheaded as time passes? Probably. He seems particularly incensed today, snapping up like a hellish jungle cat and pivoting on his heel, practically spitting fire on the young man who tripped into the sand.
... He also looks a couple shades terrified of the dude who really does look like he can kick his ass, so, save him, Yusuke D8]
I've made enough curries to know what works. You can make a lot at once, after all.
[ Oh.
...
Sanji, you were doing so well? The food, the setting, the not shouting at people... it was all going super well. But the universe wouldn't be right if Sanji wasn't losing his temper at everyone who put a foot wrong with him. ]
...
[ Ah. He leans up and grab Sanji's wrist and tug it, with slightly a little more force than necessary, in case he tries to blitz the poor soul on the ground. ]
I would perhaps suggest looking where you are going. [ Said to the terrified dude on the ground, sweating bullets at the Wrath of Sanji. ] I would have thought two people sat in the middle of the beach were not exactly well hidden.
[Said dude has the grace to apologize for his blunder, he was just really into the game! (Might've been more careful if he'd realized there were homicidal maniacs on the beach >_>)
That last part, thankfully, he doesn't say outloud, not that it changes how Sanji is literally being held in place by Yusuke's grip, glaring daggers at the fool. Snarling under his breath:]
Just get the hell outta my sight already.
[jlasdjlasf YEP... gonna do that...! Gonna take this volleyball and jog to freedom and recount the tale of how he almost died!]
[ What a tale he has to tell the world. Yusuke watches the guy scramble wildly away, and gives Sanji's wrist another tug. Come sit with him again, angry man. ]
At this point, I would be more surprised if you didn't blow up at someone during a date.
[ He sounds ... amused though. More than anything. It would feel weird if he didn't have to calm Sanji down at least once when they went out. ]
I wouldn't have to if these assholes did a two-second check of their surroundings before tripping over us--!
[UGH fine he's sitting down, reluctantly though, feet twitching with the need to chase after prey and rip someone's throat out. How has Sanji never killed a man before, we ask...
Though at least he settles once he's actually sitting. With a huff (and a pout, shush), he falls back into the blanket and sends a death glare at the sky.]
[ It's kinda like letting hot air out of a balloon. Yusuke just stays quiet for a moment while Sanji huffs and puffs and flops around in what looks to him like a very funny, kinda cute angry sulk.
When he's deflated - rant wise, and literally, flopping onto the blanket - or has seemed to at least, Yusuke shifts over to half flop on Sanji as well, folding his arms on Sanji's chest. ]
Maybe we should get some warning lights and set them up in the area. In case someone forgets the spot check.
[ Calm. ]
He's gone now anyway. And I'm not having to help you hide a body, so I think this worked out rather well.
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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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[it is absolutely body pillow 2.0 except Sanji actually stands a chance of getting what he wants.]
I mean... if you put in two gallons of salt, might have to pull you aside for a talk, but cooking's a good medium for creativity. Besides a person's specific tastes, judging a dish is more trouble than its worth, unless you're in a cooking competition.
[Mmm, he's not even sure if he's explaining this well? But this is just an area they differ in: Sanji has no interest in judging the skills of another chef, only his own, so much that he has to wonder if this is another "gift" from his past self]
I told you, I didn't get gifts growing up, so you making me anything is enough to wow me.
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...
I can make a risotto? Or something like a risotto that tastes decent. Or I could just make Japanese curry, I suppose.
[ Sanji, love yourself and your gifts more, Yusuke is doing his best to make up for it but c'mon. ]
Remember that when I mess it up somehow.
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[Sanji? Love himself? Yusuke, you know better than to expect that.
Though he does visibly grin when Yusuke offers to make him something. See? It's the small things in life that calm him, and given the turn this convo had taken, Sanji can feel himself relax back into place.]
Alright, looking forward to it. [NO WORD ABOUT YUSUKE MESSING UP, listen, Sanji really is that easy to please]
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He also feels a bit like he got played? But it's okay. ]
...
... ... It's just curry, it's tasty but very basic. But I will do my best.
And do you prefer chicken, pork or beef?
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Pork. It's fat content means it's got a lot of flavor in it.
[Sanji turn off your chef brain for two seconds, man. But honestly, this sudden turn of events is all good in his books. He turns a grin over his shoulder, reaching over to lace his fingers in the others.]
And I look forward to it.
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[ Oh. He's being affectionate. That leaves a shamelessly warm glow in Yusuke's chest... Sanji being affectionate is rare but good. And almost immediately, he lightly squeezes Sanji's hand back. ]
I'll try my best to make it as best as I can.
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Mildly sweet would be nice.
[Though as long as it's not gonna give him a sugar rush, Sanji doubts he'll be picky.]
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[ Stop
charming him with the hand holding, this isn't fair?? ]
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See? You already know plenty of shit about flavors balancing. You'll be fine!
[Believe in yourself, Yusuke! ... How did their positions reverse like this, these losers.
Though, y'know, I just realized this was a date, and there is a tradition to uphold, so--
Their little area on the beach is mostly secluded, just the two of them on a blanket with some food Sanji had brought along, but it's not a private area, either. Already they've probably seen some couples or families trek along on a journey for the perfect spot. In particular, Sanji finds himself smiling at the kids, and only barely tolerating the presence of the adults. ]
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And Yusuke knows what's going to happen.]
You stupid ass piece of shit would you watch where you're going I'll beat the hell out of you--!!
[Is Sanji getting more hotheaded as time passes? Probably. He seems particularly incensed today, snapping up like a hellish jungle cat and pivoting on his heel, practically spitting fire on the young man who tripped into the sand.
... He also looks a couple shades terrified of the dude who really does look like he can kick his ass, so, save him, Yusuke D8]
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[ Oh.
...
Sanji, you were doing so well? The food, the setting, the not shouting at people... it was all going super well. But the universe wouldn't be right if Sanji wasn't losing his temper at everyone who put a foot wrong with him. ]
...
[ Ah. He leans up and grab Sanji's wrist and tug it, with slightly a little more force than necessary, in case he tries to blitz the poor soul on the ground. ]
I would perhaps suggest looking where you are going. [ Said to the terrified dude on the ground, sweating bullets at the Wrath of Sanji. ] I would have thought two people sat in the middle of the beach were not exactly well hidden.
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That last part, thankfully, he doesn't say outloud, not that it changes how Sanji is literally being held in place by Yusuke's grip, glaring daggers at the fool. Snarling under his breath:]
Just get the hell outta my sight already.
[jlasdjlasf YEP... gonna do that...! Gonna take this volleyball and jog to freedom and recount the tale of how he almost died!]
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At this point, I would be more surprised if you didn't blow up at someone during a date.
[ He sounds ... amused though. More than anything. It would feel weird if he didn't have to calm Sanji down at least once when they went out. ]
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[UGH fine he's sitting down, reluctantly though, feet twitching with the need to chase after prey and rip someone's throat out. How has Sanji never killed a man before, we ask...
Though at least he settles once he's actually sitting. With a huff (and a pout, shush), he falls back into the blanket and sends a death glare at the sky.]
Jeez!
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When he's deflated - rant wise, and literally, flopping onto the blanket - or has seemed to at least, Yusuke shifts over to half flop on Sanji as well, folding his arms on Sanji's chest. ]
Maybe we should get some warning lights and set them up in the area. In case someone forgets the spot check.
[ Calm. ]
He's gone now anyway. And I'm not having to help you hide a body, so I think this worked out rather well.
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