[ execution sure was executed. that was a thing that happened.
majima, however, does not seem to be occupied at all with what just went down, because as soon as the participants are able to move again, he heads straight for the mess hall and goes into the kitchen, and just... spends a bunch of time utterly fascinated by the contents of the fridge.
Sanji knows he's not the master of the kitchen (not in name, at least), but he enters his domain all the same and sees potential shenanigans afoot. His curly brow furrows]
[ comes the rather distracted-sounding response; it's almost like he wasn't actually focused on whatever's inside the fridge to begin with. but now that he's not alone anymore, he's able to easily slip back into a normal conversational mood, casually replying, ]
Oh. Dunno. I guess I'm hungry, but I'm not really in the mood for whatever spicefest they're servin' outside.
... I can make ya something if that's the case. I got time.
[Doesn't matter if they've barely talked before this; Sanji falls back on his duties as a chef without complaint, even as his eyebrow ticks up at that first vague response]
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majima, however, does not seem to be occupied at all with what just went down, because as soon as the participants are able to move again, he heads straight for the mess hall and goes into the kitchen, and just... spends a bunch of time utterly fascinated by the contents of the fridge.
it is this state that sanji encounters him in.
hm! ]
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Sanji knows he's not the master of the kitchen (not in name, at least), but he enters his domain all the same and sees potential shenanigans afoot. His curly brow furrows]
Do you... need help deciding on something?
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[ comes the rather distracted-sounding response; it's almost like he wasn't actually focused on whatever's inside the fridge to begin with. but now that he's not alone anymore, he's able to easily slip back into a normal conversational mood, casually replying, ]
Oh. Dunno. I guess I'm hungry, but I'm not really in the mood for whatever spicefest they're servin' outside.
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[Doesn't matter if they've barely talked before this; Sanji falls back on his duties as a chef without complaint, even as his eyebrow ticks up at that first vague response]
Unless you'd rather keep to yourself.
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[ he turns to give sanji a once-over... ]
I'm pretty sure if yer lookin' to poison me, the unwritten camp rules state ya gotta wait until Thursday night, so sure. Gimme yer worst.
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Oi, if I was gonna kill someone, poison wouldn't be an option.
[Just throwing it out there]
Anyway, what shit you in the mood for? Otherwise you're getting something simple.