[ it's just as jarring seeing her now as it was the first time, though for wholly different reasons. he can't count how many eyes she has to his one, but all of them steadfastly refuse to look at him. ]
Princess. [ he wipes his hands on his apron and looks down at the little patterned kerchief, feeling very much like a tree next to a dandelion weed. is this what zeff felt like? no wonder he'd been kicked in the head so many times. ] Are you gonna look at me? It's bad manners not to.
[ it also stings at his insecurities, makes him feel a little more like a toy with his button eye ripped out, even if bee can't possibly mean it like that. casually, he takes his knife back, unwrapping it from the fabric and slipping it into his apron pocket. then he looks at the handkerchief, fingering the little antlered rabbit. the corner of his mouth curves up into a smile. ]
You're wet. Go sit by the fire. [ he slips the handkerchief under his apron as he turns, tucking it safely into his pocket where fish guts can't reach it. ] I'm not taking care of a sick kid.
[ all things zeff parroted at him, before taking care of a sick kid (him). after a few moments sanji joins her by the fire, dropping a blanket over her shoulders where it sticks out because of her wings, but at least she's not exposed to the winter chill. he sits cross-legged beside her, setting out an empty plate. ]
Now watch.
[ he proceeds to plate her food for her, creating a little bed of vegetables, slicing her fish horizontally and leaning it upwards so it looks like a tiny tower, painting a colorful swirl of red blood along the side. when he's done, he inspects the plate from all angles before carefully placing it in front of her. ]
Serving someone their food is just as important as cooking it. You can't just throw something on the plate and give it to them. It's disrespectful to the food, and disrespectful to your customer. [ he pours a glass of blood and sets it beside the plate, then holds out a fork. ] Are you gonna steal this, too?
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Princess. [ he wipes his hands on his apron and looks down at the little patterned kerchief, feeling very much like a tree next to a dandelion weed. is this what zeff felt like? no wonder he'd been kicked in the head so many times. ] Are you gonna look at me? It's bad manners not to.
[ it also stings at his insecurities, makes him feel a little more like a toy with his button eye ripped out, even if bee can't possibly mean it like that. casually, he takes his knife back, unwrapping it from the fabric and slipping it into his apron pocket. then he looks at the handkerchief, fingering the little antlered rabbit. the corner of his mouth curves up into a smile. ]
You're wet. Go sit by the fire. [ he slips the handkerchief under his apron as he turns, tucking it safely into his pocket where fish guts can't reach it. ] I'm not taking care of a sick kid.
[ all things zeff parroted at him, before taking care of a sick kid (him). after a few moments sanji joins her by the fire, dropping a blanket over her shoulders where it sticks out because of her wings, but at least she's not exposed to the winter chill. he sits cross-legged beside her, setting out an empty plate. ]
Now watch.
[ he proceeds to plate her food for her, creating a little bed of vegetables, slicing her fish horizontally and leaning it upwards so it looks like a tiny tower, painting a colorful swirl of red blood along the side. when he's done, he inspects the plate from all angles before carefully placing it in front of her. ]
Serving someone their food is just as important as cooking it. You can't just throw something on the plate and give it to them. It's disrespectful to the food, and disrespectful to your customer. [ he pours a glass of blood and sets it beside the plate, then holds out a fork. ] Are you gonna steal this, too?