the all blues be damned putting him in this miserable cycle of craft and taste with the exemption of delight. to be able to hold those eyes sparkling like the ocean water being hit by the cruel sun with his. to be able to be near and feel the warmth of a living body that is yours.

sanji wanted to curse you, so badly. heck, to even throw you off board. but what is food if not to be served to you, if not to be eaten with you?