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onepieceyaoi100TItle: Guidelines to Employment
Pairing: Sanji/Zeff & Kitchen staff
rating: G
words: 258
topic:Guidelines
For the first time since working at the Bartie the novice chef was nervous while gripping his knife. The deep purple fruit mocked him from the cutting board. His knuckles turned white and he realized he was holding his breath.
When he had gotten this job, there had been really only one guideline. One rule that if broken would equal death at the end of a wooden leg.
He swallowed and the sweat trickling down his back felt like ice.
Carne nudged Patty knowingly and they shared a snicker.
“Oi new guy- you’re cool.”
“Yeah, the ‘don’t touch or harm my eggplant’ thing upon hiring. He wasn’t talking about real eggplant.”
The new hire relaxed and exhaled and lowered his knife, making quick work of the pile of fruit before curiosity got the better of him.
“Wait, what did he mean then?”
“EGGPLANT!!” Came a gruff shout shaking the whole kitchen.
The new hire watched as the lean, leggy, blond chef stalked through the kitchen in a huff mumbling as he went.
“Shitty old man, never satisfied.”
The new hire and the rest of the cooks watched as the Assistant Head Chef swept his golden hair back and shuffled out of the room.
“Damn.”
“Yeah, that rule started back when he was just a tiny brat. But it still stands for another reason.”
“Damn.”
“At least you have something to think about on those lonely nights.” Another chef offered, prompting more laughter.
The rookie chef looked back to the sliced eggplant, wondering if indeed ignorance would be bliss.
Pairing: Sanji/Zeff & Kitchen staff
rating: G
words: 258
topic:Guidelines
For the first time since working at the Bartie the novice chef was nervous while gripping his knife. The deep purple fruit mocked him from the cutting board. His knuckles turned white and he realized he was holding his breath.
When he had gotten this job, there had been really only one guideline. One rule that if broken would equal death at the end of a wooden leg.
He swallowed and the sweat trickling down his back felt like ice.
Carne nudged Patty knowingly and they shared a snicker.
“Oi new guy- you’re cool.”
“Yeah, the ‘don’t touch or harm my eggplant’ thing upon hiring. He wasn’t talking about real eggplant.”
The new hire relaxed and exhaled and lowered his knife, making quick work of the pile of fruit before curiosity got the better of him.
“Wait, what did he mean then?”
“EGGPLANT!!” Came a gruff shout shaking the whole kitchen.
The new hire watched as the lean, leggy, blond chef stalked through the kitchen in a huff mumbling as he went.
“Shitty old man, never satisfied.”
The new hire and the rest of the cooks watched as the Assistant Head Chef swept his golden hair back and shuffled out of the room.
“Damn.”
“Yeah, that rule started back when he was just a tiny brat. But it still stands for another reason.”
“Damn.”
“At least you have something to think about on those lonely nights.” Another chef offered, prompting more laughter.
The rookie chef looked back to the sliced eggplant, wondering if indeed ignorance would be bliss.
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Date: 2008-07-20 11:35 am (UTC)Wow, how many more ideas have you got up your sleeve for this topic? This was amazing!
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Date: 2008-07-20 12:29 pm (UTC)And I always love getting little outside POVs like this!
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Date: 2008-07-20 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-20 04:38 am (UTC)Sanji is his little princess...
EEE!!!!