[Two days returned and - to no one's surprise - Sanji's already thrown himself back into the hustle of work with the usual amount of cussing and fanfare. And damn, is it good to be home. Just in time, he thinks, for he never would've forgiven the damn Malnosso if they'd kept him from the holidays and his crew much longer.
Not to say he forgives them for any of the other shit they usually put the town through, but it's the season of giving and momentary distraction. That, and even Luceti seems paradise compared to the conditions he's lived in for the past month.
Which means his days have mostly been spent in good cheer, laughing and grumping and all-together acting like his old self; a noticeable turnaround from before his mission. He notes it for what it is, just like he decides not to bring attention to it. There's cooking to do, customers to serve...
A strange little shit of an elf to yell at...]
Would you stop touching that?! [Said elf looks on, slightly miffed at being caught handling the cookie scooper and warns Sanji that Santa doesn't appreciate naughty language. And they were gonna make cookies, too! Sanji promised. That's another mark on the naughty list for him.
These facts are not enough to make the elf leave, however, and neither when Sanji lets loose a whirlwind of curses that would make the devil blush. The elf's mouth just thins into a line and he shakes his head.]
I didn't ask for you to barge into my kitchen, half-pint! Go bother someone else! [A huff, and then Sanji turns back to his dishes. It's obvious he's grown somewhat accepting of the elf's presence, no matter what he says; why else would he still be alive?]
... Girls don't like naughty language, either!
[A squawk of indication. At this rate Seventh's Heaven kitchen might erupt. >_>]
24th LET'S DO THIS THANG
Not to say he forgives them for any of the other shit they usually put the town through, but it's the season of giving and momentary distraction. That, and even Luceti seems paradise compared to the conditions he's lived in for the past month.
Which means his days have mostly been spent in good cheer, laughing and grumping and all-together acting like his old self; a noticeable turnaround from before his mission. He notes it for what it is, just like he decides not to bring attention to it. There's cooking to do, customers to serve...
A strange little shit of an elf to yell at...]
Would you stop touching that?! [Said elf looks on, slightly miffed at being caught handling the cookie scooper and warns Sanji that Santa doesn't appreciate naughty language. And they were gonna make cookies, too! Sanji promised. That's another mark on the naughty list for him.
These facts are not enough to make the elf leave, however, and neither when Sanji lets loose a whirlwind of curses that would make the devil blush. The elf's mouth just thins into a line and he shakes his head.]
I didn't ask for you to barge into my kitchen, half-pint! Go bother someone else! [A huff, and then Sanji turns back to his dishes. It's obvious he's grown somewhat accepting of the elf's presence, no matter what he says; why else would he still be alive?]
... Girls don't like naughty language, either!
[A squawk of indication. At this rate Seventh's Heaven kitchen might erupt. >_>]