you say it like it’s a bad thing. you can’t fully appreciate something until you try it for yourself, can you?

( tearing off part of the crust with her teeth, sanji chews thoughtfully. ) you didn’t burn it and it tastes like toast. it’s good.

( 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?

i’m not going to respond to that.

and man the front of the bike? no way! i can’t even drive a normal vehicle.

it always sounds fun to you.

— the flowers.

arriving back at her apartment, the package makes her wary — 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:

💌 : quit staring into my eyes.
💌 : but thanks for —

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.

the errand is short of a lie but just an excuse. sanji is by no means a child, but she’s avoiding zeff’s disapproval at all costs until the time is right. so she makes her stop and clutches her spring cardigan around herself, knocking hesitantly on zoro’s apartment door.

anything is better than the last song. 💢

not if you keep saying things like that, we can’t! honestly...

sometimes i don’t wear underwear on dress days. it’s a disaster waiting to happen.

you put your tie on wrong before, i’m really going off of that.

( 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.

i hope you didn’t burn the toast.

do you... own a shirt? i feel like it’s that point in time where i have to ask.

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.

i prefer the seal version, but this is nice.

you’re so crass. and here i thought we’d have a nice dinner.

no, i can get there on my own. your stupid motorcycle might make my dress ride up too much.

all natural leather. why, are you surprised or something?

do i have a seat? i have a reservation.

i always look good, but this is skin tight.

don’t be late.

meet me for cocktails, @masterofblades.bsky.social.

a close up of a man 's face with his eyes closed and his mouth open ALT: a close up of a man 's face with his eyes closed and his mouth open

|| Dean Winchester

Supernatural Roleplay.
Mature Content | MDNI
Open for descriptive storylines and banter.
Not new to verse or character.
OC/Crossover friendly.
Canon/Independent Portrayal.

#Reckless

|| 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓁ℊ𝒶𝓇 ℒ𝒶𝓌

𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ

One Piece Roleplay.
Modern AU.
Mature Content | MDNI
Open for descriptive storylines and banter.
Not new to verse or character.
OC/Crossover friendly.

#Reckless