I can't think of a good EAS pun.
Jan. 2nd, 2007 11:17 pmTitle: Umami
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Usopp, Sanji
Topic: Service (somewhat.)
A/N: Concerns reality issues. Like tobacco. Music. Me not making sense. You know, the usual stuff.
“…It tastes like cheese.” Not that he had a lot to go on about the lump of yellow in his hand.
“I’m sure that’s the best the Great Captain can come up with.” It was a humorless intone, semi-preoccupied, and Sanji slid the chopped garlic off into the wok. They hissed loudly as the oil licked them down, bubbling greedily, then muted as he clapped on the lid.
“Excuse me.” Usopp bit off another piece and chewed pointedly in Sanji’s direction. “Slightly salty. A bit crumbly, but mostly solid-like. …I’m not helping, am I.”
He shut up at the look on Sanji’s face and chewed some more, even if it was mostly liquid running around in there by now. “…Tangy. Mellow…ish.”
“And that, is what you use to describe Cheddar.” Sounding pleased, the cook shoved him a plate of decidedly smelly, moldy-looking triangles. “Now try these Blue Veins.”
By the end of the afternoon, Usopp had sworn off Carbonara and Shepherd’s Pie and everything he knew had even a sprinkling of cheese in it. It was hard not to think about throwing up while he took his shower, what with the sink so conveniently nearby and all. And Sanji would be revising salts tomorrow.
If only he hadn’t looked so goddamned empty, the sniper decided, recalling when he’d walked in on Sanji the other day and the vacant stare he’d been leveling on the dishes before him, cigarette burning out on the floor. And if only I wasn’t such a nice guy. But Sanji’s tastebuds were dying and Usopp had promised and a man never broke his promises.
I should tell him about Beethoven. Either that or, he was an idiot for taking it up in the first place. Usopp wondered if it was possible to skip the night’s dinner.
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Usopp, Sanji
Topic: Service (somewhat.)
A/N: Concerns reality issues. Like tobacco. Music. Me not making sense. You know, the usual stuff.
“…It tastes like cheese.” Not that he had a lot to go on about the lump of yellow in his hand.
“I’m sure that’s the best the Great Captain can come up with.” It was a humorless intone, semi-preoccupied, and Sanji slid the chopped garlic off into the wok. They hissed loudly as the oil licked them down, bubbling greedily, then muted as he clapped on the lid.
“Excuse me.” Usopp bit off another piece and chewed pointedly in Sanji’s direction. “Slightly salty. A bit crumbly, but mostly solid-like. …I’m not helping, am I.”
He shut up at the look on Sanji’s face and chewed some more, even if it was mostly liquid running around in there by now. “…Tangy. Mellow…ish.”
“And that, is what you use to describe Cheddar.” Sounding pleased, the cook shoved him a plate of decidedly smelly, moldy-looking triangles. “Now try these Blue Veins.”
By the end of the afternoon, Usopp had sworn off Carbonara and Shepherd’s Pie and everything he knew had even a sprinkling of cheese in it. It was hard not to think about throwing up while he took his shower, what with the sink so conveniently nearby and all. And Sanji would be revising salts tomorrow.
If only he hadn’t looked so goddamned empty, the sniper decided, recalling when he’d walked in on Sanji the other day and the vacant stare he’d been leveling on the dishes before him, cigarette burning out on the floor. And if only I wasn’t such a nice guy. But Sanji’s tastebuds were dying and Usopp had promised and a man never broke his promises.
I should tell him about Beethoven. Either that or, he was an idiot for taking it up in the first place. Usopp wondered if it was possible to skip the night’s dinner.
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Date: 2007-01-02 04:14 pm (UTC)I highly doubt Sanji would want that..
I loved this. The fact that Beethoven was mentioned was brilliant.
:))
Poor Usopp. He's such a nice guy. :P
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Date: 2007-01-02 05:55 pm (UTC)You'd think if anything could get Sanji to give up cigs it would be this. Usopp is a perfect choice to help him though, being very verbose and descriptive.
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Date: 2007-01-02 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-02 06:28 pm (UTC)Sanji had better hope Zeff never finds out. He'll never hear the end of it.
Also, awww and ow.
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Date: 2007-01-02 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-03 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-03 09:05 pm (UTC)Usopp, just give Luffy your dinner. That way no one will know you didn't want to eat, Luffy'll get more food and Sanji'll get the chance to work out some anger on a rubber stress-ball XD XD XDAw maaaan this is so sad and yet so sweet. A bit of painful reality for our cook ;_;
If only he hadn’t looked so goddamned empty, the sniper decided, recalling when he’d walked in on Sanji the other day and the vacant stare he’d been leveling on the dishes before him, cigarette burning out on the floor
*heart breaks* Poor poor Sanji. And it is incredibly kind of Usopp to become his taster, but Usopp is such the perfect choice for that job, too. Heee Brave Taste Tester of the Sea XD
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Date: 2007-01-04 04:32 am (UTC)