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onepieceyaoi100Title: Busy Busy Bu-
Rating: G
Pairing: Franky/Sanji
Topic: Interrupted
Word Count: 230 – I think anywho. XD
A/N:I like it when Sanji likes older men
Bang. Bang. Ba-
“Hey Franky…could you fix my table for me please? The idiots busted it up again.”
He looks over his shades at the cook and then puts aside the cabinet he was previously working on.
“Sure thing Cook-bro.”
He picks up his tool box and follows Sanji to the kitchen.
Bang. Bang. Ba-
“Yo, Franky…sorry, I forgot to add that the door needs fixing too.”
“Got carried away kicking the captain through it eh?”
A slight flush crosses the cooks face, but disperses quickly.
“Thought so.”
He finishes the table and starts on the door, realising that the spare adam-wood below was better off in the hold. The other wood he had used was mainly due to what he had observed to be the cooks very short temper where galley population was concerned.
Bang. Bang. Ba-
“Franky?”
He glances up over his shades again, this time to stare, not at a blonde cook, but at a large glass of chilled cola. Unhindered he observes the offering.
The ice cubes clinked against the tumbler and condensation ran down it’s sides, running over the slender fingers clasped around it.
The carpenters eyes trailed up the long digits to the knuckles, each evenly spaced and unmarred. Then he glanced down to the willowy wrist and slowly took in the slim forearm before looking up straight at the chef.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Rating: G
Pairing: Franky/Sanji
Topic: Interrupted
Word Count: 230 – I think anywho. XD
A/N:
Bang. Bang. Ba-
“Hey Franky…could you fix my table for me please? The idiots busted it up again.”
He looks over his shades at the cook and then puts aside the cabinet he was previously working on.
“Sure thing Cook-bro.”
He picks up his tool box and follows Sanji to the kitchen.
Bang. Bang. Ba-
“Yo, Franky…sorry, I forgot to add that the door needs fixing too.”
“Got carried away kicking the captain through it eh?”
A slight flush crosses the cooks face, but disperses quickly.
“Thought so.”
He finishes the table and starts on the door, realising that the spare adam-wood below was better off in the hold. The other wood he had used was mainly due to what he had observed to be the cooks very short temper where galley population was concerned.
Bang. Bang. Ba-
“Franky?”
He glances up over his shades again, this time to stare, not at a blonde cook, but at a large glass of chilled cola. Unhindered he observes the offering.
The ice cubes clinked against the tumbler and condensation ran down it’s sides, running over the slender fingers clasped around it.
The carpenters eyes trailed up the long digits to the knuckles, each evenly spaced and unmarred. Then he glanced down to the willowy wrist and slowly took in the slim forearm before looking up straight at the chef.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
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Date: 2007-09-15 05:22 pm (UTC)^_~
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Date: 2007-09-15 08:18 pm (UTC)oooh, I like that. I like that very much!
*smirk*
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