you say it like itβs a bad thing. you canβt fully appreciate something until you try it for yourself, can you?
So you prefer throwing the ball? Somehow Iβm not surprised.
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you say it like itβs a bad thing. you canβt fully appreciate something until you try it for yourself, can you?
So you prefer throwing the ball? Somehow Iβm not surprised.
( her eyebrows pinch together now, perplexed by that statement. it must be a man thing. ) but what if it was cold? would you still want to be barebacked?
[Setting a plate down for her, he shoveled a piece of toast into his mouth] So? Ainβt got a need for one if Iβm around the house.
and man the front of the bike? no way! i canβt even drive a normal vehicle. it always sounds fun to you.
You could ride in front of me, tuck your skirt against the bike. Nighttime ride sounds fun.
arriving back at her apartment, the package makes her wary β but all worries wash away once she reads the note. fingers fold over it, tucking the piece of paper into her coat discreetly. her palm then finds her phone, shooting a quick text: π : quit staring into my eyes. π : but thanks for β
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with no note on the box, she has to wonder where it came from. made one of the busboys try a piece before deeming it safe to eat, enjoying every bite during her break.
Leaves a fancy baby blue box for @chefkicks.bsky.social with cheesecake inside.
sometimes i donβt wear underwear on dress days. itβs a disaster waiting to happen.
Hmmmβ¦need to figure out something for dress days.
( her brows shoot up, snagging a piece of toast. ) no, i just feel like i see you without one than i see you with one.
Yeah, it bother ya that much?
do you... own a shirt? i feel like itβs that point in time where i have to ask.
βEy @chefkicks.bsky.social, Cut up some fruit and made toast, if ya want some.
lounges in the back of the baratie near the supplier dropoff point, already on her third cigarette for the evening. the unmistakable sound of a shattering plate draws her attention back to the restauarant, leaning to look through the back door.
now that you asked so nicely, expect me there in about fifteen minutes. i have an errand to run first.
Fine. Wonβt you come over, please?
no, i can get there on my own. your stupid motorcycle might make my dress ride up too much.
Oβcourse youβre prepared. Need me taβ pick ya up?
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knowing about football doesnβt mean i enjoy watching it. thatβs like being passionate about cakes but only through cake wars β if i canβt do it myself, i donβt care.
Tch. Never took you for a sports lover. Men throwing pig skin back and forth do it for ya?
yeah. like the grass on a football field, but if they never mowed it.
A SPORTS STADIUM?!
the same thing youβd expect from someone with a bounty on their head larger than life: betrayals and coming close as the skin of your teeth to death. sanji likes to think that by now, she shouldnβt have to worry about that, but she knows better. a long, infectious guitar riff and baseline fills β
Pulling himself up onto the stool beside of her, his hand lowered to settle on her knee. He leaned in to speak over the music into her ear. He couldnβt help but wonder what had happened to her before he met her. He only had a small bit of information but nothing deep, nothing that -
brow arching, sanji edges away from any forming crowds, unwilling to get swept away. from the looks of it, a rock or soul band of some sort is playing tonight, and sheβs been at enough bars to know how a big music number goes with alcohol. βthis is classy to you? noted.β brushing blonde β
Bicep twitching as she placed her hand on his elbow, he led her further inside, keeping an eye out for trouble any time he glanced away from her. Chances are things would be fine, but he never could be too careful. βCome on, itβs classy.β Rolling his eyes, his smirk didnβt fade as he led her -
βso this is the place?β an unimpressed huff spills out warm, sharp eyes taking in everyone in a similar fashion: critical, dissecting and careful. she relaxes, slipping her fingers into the crook of his elbow. βletβs get a drink.β #AllBoneNoBrain
Pushing open the door of the Tangerine Trove, he held it open for @chefkicks.bsky.social, gaze sweeping the bar to look for any obvious signs of suspicion before turning warm chocolate hues to her, giving her a smirk. βAfter you, pretty lady.β #AllBoneNoBrain
One more hour until the show! Get your merch, get your seats, and order your food and drinks. #AllBoneNoBrain