[A logical reaction to turning around and seeing an oozing cube of sentient gelatin moving toward you may be to run away, even if only to warn others of what's coming. The thing about logical reactions is that you need a logical person around to do the reacting. Sanji Vinsmoke may value logic more than half of his crew mates, but he has something else he values exponentially more: love.
What other object in the world could embody love more purely than food?
Whatever a logical reaction may be, Sanji's reaction is not that. Rather, he leans closer to the cube, sniffing its deathly stench with abject curiosity.]
What's this, what's this? Killer collagen? Jailer gelatin? Ah, if only I had my kitchen knives... I've never seen anything like this before!
[Somebody stop him. He will taste test this thing if he gets the chance.]
confusion;
[Nope. No. Nuh-uh. Definitely not.
Very, very slowly, Sanji raises a cigarette to his lips. It's with equally measured motions that he then lights the cigarette within the crook of his not-at-all shaky palm. He may be new to this joint, but he'd just scoured the place yesterday. There's no way. It's not possible. He can't be... No. He just needs to cool his head.
He breathes in, feeling the nicotine burn in the back of his throat. He breathes out, trailing translucent smoke behind him as he stares straight ahead at a lovely bunch of trees situated in the middle of a park.
Has he seen these trees before? Has he seen this park before? What are those weird ass, shittily designed buildings in the distance? No. Really. He knows he walked through here yesterday. He knows he did! And yet! He can't deny it any longer. He is undeniably, completely, and utterly lost!
In a flurry of frustration, Sanji throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps it out.]
Shit! I knew it! That fucking marimo's contagious!
sanji | one piece
[A logical reaction to turning around and seeing an oozing cube of sentient gelatin moving toward you may be to run away, even if only to warn others of what's coming. The thing about logical reactions is that you need a logical person around to do the reacting. Sanji Vinsmoke may value logic more than half of his crew mates, but he has something else he values exponentially more: love.
What other object in the world could embody love more purely than food?
Whatever a logical reaction may be, Sanji's reaction is not that. Rather, he leans closer to the cube, sniffing its deathly stench with abject curiosity.]
What's this, what's this? Killer collagen? Jailer gelatin? Ah, if only I had my kitchen knives... I've never seen anything like this before!
[Somebody stop him. He will taste test this thing if he gets the chance.]
confusion;
[Nope. No. Nuh-uh. Definitely not.
Very, very slowly, Sanji raises a cigarette to his lips. It's with equally measured motions that he then lights the cigarette within the crook of his not-at-all shaky palm. He may be new to this joint, but he'd just scoured the place yesterday. There's no way. It's not possible. He can't be... No. He just needs to cool his head.
He breathes in, feeling the nicotine burn in the back of his throat. He breathes out, trailing translucent smoke behind him as he stares straight ahead at a lovely bunch of trees situated in the middle of a park.
Has he seen these trees before? Has he seen this park before? What are those weird ass, shittily designed buildings in the distance? No. Really. He knows he walked through here yesterday. He knows he did! And yet! He can't deny it any longer. He is undeniably, completely, and utterly lost!
In a flurry of frustration, Sanji throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps it out.]
Shit! I knew it! That fucking marimo's contagious!