( admittedly, while she knew eventually she would be caught and while that is the point of a surprise, bee hadn't considered sanji would be more than passably angry at her wrecking of his kitchen. she isn't going to make him clean it — maybe that's why his eyes are all wet? when people feel intense emotions that they don't bother to hide, it's like they all reach out to bee and slap her, demanding acknowledgement. it had dulled before, when she first came to this village — now it's like the power of the skill is making up for lost time, multiplied tenfold by the intense expression of sanji's emotive eyes. overtime, she's gotten better at looking him in his face when he speaks, but now she steps off the chair she was using to bring herself to a height with the counter, moving to put her back to a wall, and staring at sanji's knees with a dozen eyes. expectantly awaiting her beating. )
It is your birthday. One's second of the third.
( which she heard in a dream, sort of. just not her own, and not the kind that needs to be written down.
apparently lady nettle, bee's some three decades older sister and skillmistress at buckkeep, is quite a skilled dreamwalker. it isn't a talent bee thought she had, and not one she could easily replicate, but something about sanji's dream had dragged her into it, maybe thanks to all of his blood she had drunken lately, like his dream wanted her to acknowledge it. so, she did. it didn't seem like a bad dream exactly, but tense, which she figured was because he didn't know how to tell anyone it was his birthday. now it seems like an invasion she can't exactly admit to, without him getting even more angry, so she keeps her gaze downcast and her mouth sealed, fingers belatedly untying the apron around her waist. )
Are you going to kick me? ( it seems unthinkable to her that sanji would, but maybe if she made him angry enough. along with the skill comes the ghost of a wolf who lives inside her, who reminds her do not seek out trouble, little cub and if he lunges, use your teeth which bee already knows she won't. it had been satisfying to rip out a chunk of dwalia — it wouldn't feel good to do to sanji. embarrassing herself, she reverts back to the child she once was, and makes a whining humming sound in the back of her throat, like sanji's displeasure has wounded her. ) I will clean up your kitchen. I apologize for the mess.
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It is your birthday. One's second of the third.
( which she heard in a dream, sort of. just not her own, and not the kind that needs to be written down.
apparently lady nettle, bee's some three decades older sister and skillmistress at buckkeep, is quite a skilled dreamwalker. it isn't a talent bee thought she had, and not one she could easily replicate, but something about sanji's dream had dragged her into it, maybe thanks to all of his blood she had drunken lately, like his dream wanted her to acknowledge it. so, she did. it didn't seem like a bad dream exactly, but tense, which she figured was because he didn't know how to tell anyone it was his birthday. now it seems like an invasion she can't exactly admit to, without him getting even more angry, so she keeps her gaze downcast and her mouth sealed, fingers belatedly untying the apron around her waist. )
Are you going to kick me? ( it seems unthinkable to her that sanji would, but maybe if she made him angry enough. along with the skill comes the ghost of a wolf who lives inside her, who reminds her do not seek out trouble, little cub and if he lunges, use your teeth which bee already knows she won't. it had been satisfying to rip out a chunk of dwalia — it wouldn't feel good to do to sanji. embarrassing herself, she reverts back to the child she once was, and makes a whining humming sound in the back of her throat, like sanji's displeasure has wounded her. ) I will clean up your kitchen. I apologize for the mess.