#swoonji

ꜱᴇɴᴅ “🌿🍒” (ᴏʀ "ᴍɪꜱᴛʟᴇᴛᴏᴇ") ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛʟᴇᴛᴏᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ♡ / @swoonji

   ❝ how unexpected, you caught me. ❞ or so she says, feigning ignorance to the placement of the small twig of green and white above the dining hall's entry way where brown irises are focused. there was little that Robin's observant gaze missed, and despite such discretion on the cook's part, she'd seen the plant go up. still, the dedication to replicating all the holiday traditions was nice, and to be a part of them ( even this one ) brought a subtle smile to the woman's lips. 

   ❝ you could have prepared the berries in a dish and poisoned everyone, if you had wanted to. ❞ her gaze shifts back to the blonde, the context behind the thought lost to the labyrinth that is the archaeologist's mind. juxtaposed with the innocent, cat-themed holiday sweater she currently wore though, the upbeat chatter of well-fed crewmates and guests in the background, and the way in which Robin reaches out with soft fingertips to casually take hold of the Sanji's jaw opposite her, to anyone else the comment would feel painfully inappropriate and out of place.

   but she is unbothered ( perhaps oblivious ), as she simultaneously leans in while guiding the cook's face closer. then lips press a gentle kiss to the space where the corner of his mouth meets his cheek — a small gesture of her appreciation. 

looks @ u..

Despite the attire meant to mask their identities, that voice was one that could not be easily disguised — the former warlord recognizing immediately the cool confidence that emanated from the blonde currently attempting to converse ( woo, even? ) the swordsman with the hawkish gaze currently nursing a glass of wine. He debates letting the scene play out, just to see if anyone else could even hope to chip away at the taciturn shell that his fellow guild associate surrounded himself with. But a restlessness causes him to act, forcing his golden hook to loop around the slim waist he has not gripped in so long and pull his prey away from the conversation.

It's almost a dance as he spins his darling little prince around so that his back presses up against the broad chest of the former warlord; Crocodile leaning in to whisper into the other man's ear. " You say hello to everyone except for the one who invited you? Tsk, tsk. " Tongue clicks in feigned offense, merely taking the time to play with his food as he so usually does before devouring them whole. And the reply back sends a thrilling jolt of warmth up his spine, Sanji's voice lacking the fuzziness that would be accompany whilst speaking over transponder snail, only further proving that the other man really was here.

he doesn't feel much of anything when he looks upon sanji. not fondness , nor affection ; no shred of admiration for the young man he has become , no sense of pride in his child. the most that can be recognized is a vague feeling of disappointment , && judge eyes the vinsmoke son with a look that is steely , cold.

Law had taken over a drowsy Chopper's watch to sit in on the resting cook. Though hesitations were present by the reindeer, ultimately, no ill intentions could present itself for keeping the cook company tonight. Should anything happen, might as well have a doctor still in the room. So as Chopper leaves, quietly did the surgeon remain in the room, letting time pass by snooping in the drawers of the infirmary to flipping through texts about types of medicinal herbs and techniques. With the occasional check up on Sanji himself (unquestionably so), ensuring his condition doesn't worsen.

And during a moment, fingers gently swipe a few strands out of his face, careful not to stir him awake..

Eventually, his idling comes to a halt, hearing the bed shift and squeak with Sanji's movement. Setting down some of the medicine vials left out, likely the treatment used to help Sanji, his gaze soon meets the other's. Law looks unfazed by the question, dealing with some variation of it plenty of times in his times as a doctor.

"About two hours since I've been here," he answers, glancing out to the darkness on the other side. Nowhere near sunrise. "But longer than that I'd imagine. How are you feeling? Any improvement?"

: >?

@swoonji

❝ Almost sure this settles the dinner, then? ❞

There was this dull little feeling in her stomach as her eyes wandered over the sheet once again, stopping at the 'World Noble' box. Sanji did not at all look like one, let alone act like one. Curious.