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stay out of my goddamn business pipsqueak.
can't imagine why anyone would hate you. bring me the flower and we'll have tea.
and then you can tell me what dessert you want me to make. there are cookbooks in the library.
stay out of my goddamn business pipsqueak.
can't imagine why anyone would hate you. bring me the flower and we'll have tea.
and then you can tell me what dessert you want me to make. there are cookbooks in the library.
jeeeeeeez
heard, chef
[ for now. she can’t tell if he’s joking about not believing people would hate her over text. even before she took to explosive retaliation, vi and her friends found her annoying, so. ]
ill see what looks good
give u a real challenge
[ starting with the most elaborate dessert. ]
heard, chef
[ for now. she can’t tell if he’s joking about not believing people would hate her over text. even before she took to explosive retaliation, vi and her friends found her annoying, so. ]
ill see what looks good
give u a real challenge
[ starting with the most elaborate dessert. ]
[ Silco has been introduced to gifting season and, after threatening a servant or two, the concept of "shopping". At some point after the Secret Santa thing and Aemond leaving them cake he, having no concept of the Gregorian calendar or Jesus' birthday, immediately dumps all of Jinx's gifts on her bed in a sack that has a jolly Santa on it.
Inside is half the contents of a Hot Topic from the year 2000 in pink and blue - just a variety of emo girl outfit accessories and a slightly more formalwear-appropriate dress.
In addition he's straight up stolen shit from rooms around the house that he thought she might like: the pink and blue from some artistically inclined guest's set of paint markers; a bottle of blue curacao from one of the increasing numbers of bars; body glitter and butterfly hairclips from someone else's bedroom; some christmas lights he straight up unplugged, fuck seasonal decor ig; a copy of "Adventure Stories for Boys" from Jonty's study; shiny wrapped candies; citrus fruits (someone said these were the correct gift); and coal (someone also said this was the correct gift).
He went for quantity over knowing what the fuck he was doing so it's a literal mixed bag. But then, it's the first time there's been an occasion just for giving her things. ]
Inside is half the contents of a Hot Topic from the year 2000 in pink and blue - just a variety of emo girl outfit accessories and a slightly more formalwear-appropriate dress.
In addition he's straight up stolen shit from rooms around the house that he thought she might like: the pink and blue from some artistically inclined guest's set of paint markers; a bottle of blue curacao from one of the increasing numbers of bars; body glitter and butterfly hairclips from someone else's bedroom; some christmas lights he straight up unplugged, fuck seasonal decor ig; a copy of "Adventure Stories for Boys" from Jonty's study; shiny wrapped candies; citrus fruits (someone said these were the correct gift); and coal (someone also said this was the correct gift).
He went for quantity over knowing what the fuck he was doing so it's a literal mixed bag. But then, it's the first time there's been an occasion just for giving her things. ]
[ the vibe is truly the complete opposite of what nami might wear, which is why sanji thinks he gravitates toward it — no one could compare to nami, and none should dare try. the dresses hang in a neat row while he smokes in his dressing gown, glaring at himself in his blond wig while jinx decides what to do next.
backstage, the incessant bustle of the other performers has no effect on him; sanji cut his teeth in volcanic kitchens and around pirates in their roughest and most ravenous states. a hungry pirate finds his motivation quicker than any promise of treasure, and he’d learned to fight as a necessary skill just as he’d learned to blend flavors and leave no parts of an animal to waste.
he crosses his long legs, his slippers on the floor as he lifts one foot to examine a bright pink shoe — making someone inconveniently sidestep his heels. ]
Lobster. [ he holds his cigarette over an overly full ashtray. ] Or chicken? I’d have to kill the lobster onstage. Did you eat?
[ he gestures toward the table laden with fussy snacks — shrimp tartlets, honey-mint lamb skewers, chocolate covered cheese with black sea salt — and tries not to look at the fresh tangerine slices decorating the punch bowl. every thought of nami is a new cut across his tender heart, a reminder of all the ways he’s failed to be enough of a man and all the things he doesn’t deserve. ]
backstage, the incessant bustle of the other performers has no effect on him; sanji cut his teeth in volcanic kitchens and around pirates in their roughest and most ravenous states. a hungry pirate finds his motivation quicker than any promise of treasure, and he’d learned to fight as a necessary skill just as he’d learned to blend flavors and leave no parts of an animal to waste.
he crosses his long legs, his slippers on the floor as he lifts one foot to examine a bright pink shoe — making someone inconveniently sidestep his heels. ]
Lobster. [ he holds his cigarette over an overly full ashtray. ] Or chicken? I’d have to kill the lobster onstage. Did you eat?
[ he gestures toward the table laden with fussy snacks — shrimp tartlets, honey-mint lamb skewers, chocolate covered cheese with black sea salt — and tries not to look at the fresh tangerine slices decorating the punch bowl. every thought of nami is a new cut across his tender heart, a reminder of all the ways he’s failed to be enough of a man and all the things he doesn’t deserve. ]
[ There's been a period of quiet between them — Silco busying himself studying ReSculpt, perhaps deliberately avoiding her after December's events, perhaps not. But when he sees her responding to Vander on the network, he peeks into her room. Not seeing her, he ignores his more cowardly impulses and simply texts instead. ]
It seems Vander has joined us here.
It seems Vander has joined us here.
[ The earth shifts beneath her feet, terrain changed by his return, their closeness, and now —
she types and deletes:
does he hate me
is he okay
are you?
in the rafters of the topmost sitting room, she settles on: ]
have u seen him
[ because he seems more like himself than he had when she saw him last, even under viktor’s care. ]
she types and deletes:
does he hate me
is he okay
are you?
in the rafters of the topmost sitting room, she settles on: ]
have u seen him
[ because he seems more like himself than he had when she saw him last, even under viktor’s care. ]
[Tellingly, he spends an hour drafting variations on the same message. It goes something like hey, kiddo and are you safe, Powder? are you well, are you happy, are you staying away from danger? It's a thousand questions that he already knows the answers to; common sense deductions based on the facts he already knows. He deletes, retypes, tries again and again until something comes along to drag his attention away from it, unwilling.
In the end, he settles for this: ]
You layering up, like they're saying to? [which doesn't feel adequate at all. Doesn't feel right, or big enough. Silco had warned him not to overwhelm her, like Vander hadn't tried to quell the sensitivity in her since she'd blinked her big blue eyes at him in Felicia's arms. ] Avoiding unnecessary fights?
In the end, he settles for this: ]
You layering up, like they're saying to? [which doesn't feel adequate at all. Doesn't feel right, or big enough. Silco had warned him not to overwhelm her, like Vander hadn't tried to quell the sensitivity in her since she'd blinked her big blue eyes at him in Felicia's arms. ] Avoiding unnecessary fights?
[ jinx phones him an hour so after she gets his message (half of which she spends listening to said message on repeat and wishing silco had left her something similar, to remember him by — with the smell of him fading from his jacket already). eventually, she adds an extra layer, wrapping a scarf around her throat and mouth.
it muffles her voice now. ]
I need your help carrying scrap from my room to the restaurant.
[ … ]
The Straw Hats are staying there.
[ and she’s gonna protect them. ]
it muffles her voice now. ]
I need your help carrying scrap from my room to the restaurant.
[ … ]
The Straw Hats are staying there.
[ and she’s gonna protect them. ]
[the answer is immediate: the ringtone makes him jump, he doesn't even look at the name and just sort of -
hopes. assumes. ]
When? Now?
[she sounds so - different. the rasp to her throat is such a startling change to the soft, high-pitched voice he last remembers her with. she sounds so grown up, a million miles ahead of him in so many ways. ]
hopes. assumes. ]
When? Now?
[she sounds so - different. the rasp to her throat is such a startling change to the soft, high-pitched voice he last remembers her with. she sounds so grown up, a million miles ahead of him in so many ways. ]
[ his voice is the same. the sound of it — big, like him. she just watched him find his things that first day, a crow perched above him. it’s different, interacting with this vander, precisely because he’s exactly as he was, untouched by time, shimmer and hextech.
jinx isn’t. ]
Unless you want to let the shamblers in for some [ imitating sanji ] bouillabaisse first, yeah.
[ a weighty pause. ]
You know where our rooms are, right.
[ our, as if silco is still here. she preserved his room accordingly (apart from the jacket she now wears, hanging off her smaller frame). ]
jinx isn’t. ]
Unless you want to let the shamblers in for some [ imitating sanji ] bouillabaisse first, yeah.
[ a weighty pause. ]
You know where our rooms are, right.
[ our, as if silco is still here. she preserved his room accordingly (apart from the jacket she now wears, hanging off her smaller frame). ]
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