Zeff tells no lie!
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onepieceyaoi100title: Zeff loves to call em like he sees em
Pairing: Oh so many future sanji/? but none now
words: 284
rating: Bad words- R
topic: Short form (chibi sanji/his nickname)
Zeff was sort of looking forward to this.
THE talk.
The little eggplant was sitting on the railing looking like he was using all of his willpower not to break into a huge grin and deluge the older chef with questions.
“Let’s hear it boy.”
“When do I get to have sex?”
So he had already heard about it. He didn’t want to know the what, but the when. Zeff sighed, he had hoped the men in the kitchen hadn’t been too loose on the subject in front of the boy but less work for him it seemed.
“Depends. When you meet the right guy…”
“Oi! I like girls!”
“Yeah…too much.” Zeff grunted as he debated how to get his point across. “Ah, but would you violently throw one on the bed and rip her clothes off, bite her neck, and twist her nipples till she was so worked up she cried?”
Sanji gaped with his mouth hanging open. His cheeks were pink but his eyes were horrified.
“I didn’t think so. I can’t see you with a woman for that reason alone. You need someone you know you couldn’t hurt, an equal to challenge you, to encourage and enjoy your rougher/passionate side.”
Sanji spit off the side of the boat in obvious distaste.
“You’ve got to be shitting me, old man.”
“How about this then little eggplant…there are pleasures so delightfully dirty I can’t even tell you until you’re older. Putting aside your reluctance to properly fuck a woman. Who are you expecting to properly fuck you?”
The blond haired kid couldn’t look at the man but Zeff could tell his face was crimson. Oh he was really enjoying embarrassing the boy.
“Anymore questions?”
Pairing: Oh so many future sanji/? but none now
words: 284
rating: Bad words- R
topic: Short form (chibi sanji/his nickname)
Zeff was sort of looking forward to this.
THE talk.
The little eggplant was sitting on the railing looking like he was using all of his willpower not to break into a huge grin and deluge the older chef with questions.
“Let’s hear it boy.”
“When do I get to have sex?”
So he had already heard about it. He didn’t want to know the what, but the when. Zeff sighed, he had hoped the men in the kitchen hadn’t been too loose on the subject in front of the boy but less work for him it seemed.
“Depends. When you meet the right guy…”
“Oi! I like girls!”
“Yeah…too much.” Zeff grunted as he debated how to get his point across. “Ah, but would you violently throw one on the bed and rip her clothes off, bite her neck, and twist her nipples till she was so worked up she cried?”
Sanji gaped with his mouth hanging open. His cheeks were pink but his eyes were horrified.
“I didn’t think so. I can’t see you with a woman for that reason alone. You need someone you know you couldn’t hurt, an equal to challenge you, to encourage and enjoy your rougher/passionate side.”
Sanji spit off the side of the boat in obvious distaste.
“You’ve got to be shitting me, old man.”
“How about this then little eggplant…there are pleasures so delightfully dirty I can’t even tell you until you’re older. Putting aside your reluctance to properly fuck a woman. Who are you expecting to properly fuck you?”
The blond haired kid couldn’t look at the man but Zeff could tell his face was crimson. Oh he was really enjoying embarrassing the boy.
“Anymore questions?”
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Date: 2008-06-24 10:52 am (UTC)I'm currently covering my mouth to hide my giggles because I'm actually supposed to be researching stuff instead of hanging around lj...
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Date: 2008-06-24 12:32 pm (UTC)Small note, in the sentence "would you violently throw one on the bed and ripe her clothes off," did you mean " rip her clothes off"?
OH GOd stupid E!
Date: 2008-06-24 05:38 pm (UTC)glad I could cause head exploding...
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