rubs at her nose, staving away the cold.

i must have very vivid imagination then. ( a wry smile forms, brushing the hair out of her eyes in thought. )

let’s see... i like having my hair pulled. the feeling of eyes on me when i... hm.

go back to sleep! 💢

𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 listening, looking for notes.

so this isn’t you? shut up. bsky.app/profile/skyb...

i should just start listing out things that turn me on since nobody is here.

i’m into a lot of things that would shock you— or not, depends on what you think i like.

i don’t work too much, i just have a lot of work to do. there’s a difference between the two... somewhere.

( sanji has to shy away, biting back a giggle at his nose brushing against her ticklish stop. elbowing him out of the way, she opens the cabinet and begins to stack the plates away. )

just about. do you have any more siblings besides the puritan extremist with braided hair?

what’s your type then?

well, it’s been a few weeks. you’d think being at sea half my life would make it easier, but no.

that’s good. another island? i hope i can get some fresh prawns, they would be lovely for lunch. ✨

the disgruntled question she has on her tongue dies at once, relishing the warmth of being encompassed in his arms. the snarky pinch of sanji’s brows evens out, pressing her cheek to his shoulder with a comforting hum.

angrily chopping vegetables into cubes. if anyone chooses to approach her with something stupid, please note that sanji is wielding a very sharp knife.

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i’m aware it’s not your fault, nothing could ever be your fault! 🥰 but it’s been... a while, you know?

on another note, at least i don’t have to stretch supplies thin. the boys have been pulling their weight, catching fish.

am i supposed to be ashamed of my own biological urges or something?

solemnly stares out at the dark, crashing waves, a cigarette between her lips. it takes everything within her not to bite down on the filter to quell her growing, gnawing anxiety, the sea reflecting a kindred restlessness.

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who knew i had so much in common with a female octopus?

— long, pale legs temptingly bare.

”it’s a bit late to be indulging in sweet things, isn’t it? as a doctor, you should know that,” sanji tuts playfully, taking her time in walking over to the cabinets, leaning on her toes to reach the cups. her dress is so short that it cuts directly under her rear, leaving most of the blonde’s —

”do you always have to undress in my kitchen?” less snippy, more defeated by the sweltering heat. she brings out two glasses, ice cubes clinking into each, before her arm stretches for the jug of chilled lemonade.

”here, have some.”

stop being such a brute! i actually have things to get in order, you know?

( grumbles, putting away her prepped ingredients for breakfast. )

... and when are we going to port at an island next? i checked my calendar, we’ve been out at sea for weeks. 💔

let me shower real quick and then you can meet me in... hm... in the storage room.

that would do it too. i used to work in a staff full of men so i was desperate to just see or be in the presence of women most of the time. ( still is, to be fair. )

when you’re out at sea for weeks, it gets that way. ignore me, i wasn’t even being that serious.

aren’t you in a band? it should be easy.