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onepieceyaoi100Been busy being Itinerant for the past...er...week? Sort of. Whatever.
But hey, got off my lazy ass to do this week's topic before deadline, even though the results leave me less than satisfied. Ah well. Here goes nothing. ^_^
Drabble: Perfect Recipe
Topic: Expertise
Word Count: 342 (A monster I tell you…)
Pairing: ZoSan. Because I can’t write anything else to save my life. -_-;;
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Forgive the stupidity. I’m so in a writing slump right now, but forced myself nonetheless. -_-;;
It was just like following a recipe. It was a skill Sanji excelled at, something he could follow flawlessly but which he also had the confidence as an expert to manipulate, adjust, shift, switch or replace to suit whatever mood he was in, to fit whatever style or flavor he desired for that particular day.
It was a simple matter of using a successful, established recipe as a base and following his instincts as a chef to manipulate the taste to his liking.
Today, he felt like something quick. Simple, yet refreshing. Energizing.
Start with a smirk. Not for any reason. Just a random smirk.
Let stand for 5 minutes.
“Oi…what the hell are you smirking at you prissy-boy bastard love-cook?”
Once the smirk had been properly marinated, he seasoned it with a delayed response, reaching into pocket for a cigarette and lighting it languidly.
“I’m talking to you, you asshole! You want me to kick your ass?!”
Cigarette lit, he peppered the air with his smoke, blowing it smoothly into the other man’s face.
“Goddammit! That stinks, you no good shit-faced fucker! What the hell’s your problem?”
An egg timer rang in his head, and Sanji turned, still smirking, to his now frothing comrade.
Time to spice with a few choice words.
“You’re a dumbass.”
Meat-head effectively brought to a boil.
“Argh!! What the fuck is this?! Do you want to die?!”
Hmm, perhaps a bit too hot, the pot might boil over.
He turned down the temperature.
“You’re a dumbass. But… it’s kind of cute.”
“I’m not cute, fucker.”
Successfully cooled to a simmer.
“Well, you’re a little cute right now.”
“Che. Bastard.”
Tasting the end near, Sanji prepped for the finishing touches. They had to be applied just right, just as the entree was hot off the fire but not too hot, beginning to cool but not cold.
“So…wanna fuck?”
It was a dish best served steaming.
“Yeah, okay.”
Satisfied as a chef, Sanji garnished his masterpiece with a kiss before rolling his sleeves up.
Time to start dessert.
END
But hey, got off my lazy ass to do this week's topic before deadline, even though the results leave me less than satisfied. Ah well. Here goes nothing. ^_^
Drabble: Perfect Recipe
Topic: Expertise
Word Count: 342 (A monster I tell you…)
Pairing: ZoSan. Because I can’t write anything else to save my life. -_-;;
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Forgive the stupidity. I’m so in a writing slump right now, but forced myself nonetheless. -_-;;
It was just like following a recipe. It was a skill Sanji excelled at, something he could follow flawlessly but which he also had the confidence as an expert to manipulate, adjust, shift, switch or replace to suit whatever mood he was in, to fit whatever style or flavor he desired for that particular day.
It was a simple matter of using a successful, established recipe as a base and following his instincts as a chef to manipulate the taste to his liking.
Today, he felt like something quick. Simple, yet refreshing. Energizing.
Start with a smirk. Not for any reason. Just a random smirk.
Let stand for 5 minutes.
“Oi…what the hell are you smirking at you prissy-boy bastard love-cook?”
Once the smirk had been properly marinated, he seasoned it with a delayed response, reaching into pocket for a cigarette and lighting it languidly.
“I’m talking to you, you asshole! You want me to kick your ass?!”
Cigarette lit, he peppered the air with his smoke, blowing it smoothly into the other man’s face.
“Goddammit! That stinks, you no good shit-faced fucker! What the hell’s your problem?”
An egg timer rang in his head, and Sanji turned, still smirking, to his now frothing comrade.
Time to spice with a few choice words.
“You’re a dumbass.”
Meat-head effectively brought to a boil.
“Argh!! What the fuck is this?! Do you want to die?!”
Hmm, perhaps a bit too hot, the pot might boil over.
He turned down the temperature.
“You’re a dumbass. But… it’s kind of cute.”
“I’m not cute, fucker.”
Successfully cooled to a simmer.
“Well, you’re a little cute right now.”
“Che. Bastard.”
Tasting the end near, Sanji prepped for the finishing touches. They had to be applied just right, just as the entree was hot off the fire but not too hot, beginning to cool but not cold.
“So…wanna fuck?”
It was a dish best served steaming.
“Yeah, okay.”
Satisfied as a chef, Sanji garnished his masterpiece with a kiss before rolling his sleeves up.
Time to start dessert.
END
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Date: 2004-09-02 04:18 am (UTC)I'll think on it while I try to work through my backlog of fics that I said I'd finish but still haven't yet. -_-;; Eeeuw for writer's block.
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Date: 2004-09-01 01:05 am (UTC)*snerk* Love it. Thank you, I so very needed the laugh. And the fun images dessert inspire... ^_~
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Date: 2004-09-01 01:29 am (UTC)p.s. and yeah i agree with inu neko, you have to write the dessert bit... *goes back to dying*
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Date: 2004-09-06 08:22 am (UTC)And it was good.
Well, I /do/ love food ... *^___^*
fangirly glee and squee
Date: 2004-09-01 11:30 am (UTC)*snort* omygawd!! *snicker*
loveloveloveit!! it seems so true to form
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Date: 2004-09-02 04:11 am (UTC)Re: fangirly glee and squee
Date: 2004-09-02 08:42 am (UTC)no worries, it's an excellent fic
just like all your others
I have yet to read one that I didn't fall in love with
... though ... I fail to see what the problem
with a hentai-mind set ...
tee-hee!
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