That was his sixth and final mistake of the day, for only a split second after he opened his mouth to yell at the man who had dragged him from the store, was he hit from behind by a large object, only missing diving face-first into the pavement by his splayed hands and the strong arm suddenly around his waist. Sanji blinked at the ground for a second, biting down on the dying cigarette still clenched between his lips, before slowly turning his head, feeling the now familiar pressure of his tie being pulled against his neck.
As he turned, brow furrowed and his mouth set in an angry line, he found himself face to face with a man in a top-hat with Sanji’s ‘new’ tie between his teeth. It took only a moment to recognize the man staring at him in the store, and Sanji opened his mouth to yell once again, only to have his throat suddenly close off when he saw the leopard tail lashing back and forth, the tip curled up like a cat playing with a cat-toy. Suddenly, he realized that was just what he was, a cat-toy.
There was the sound of feet shifting on gravel, and Sanji saw the not-Usopp guy crouch down out of the corner of his eye. The anger flooded back to his shocked body, and he snapped his head around to glare at the man crouching in front of him, his fingers pushing at the ground in his rage and desire to just kick the zoan-cat thing off of him. Preferably into the canal nearby.
“What the hell are you looking at?” Sanji hissed, grinding his teeth together, making the cigarette between his teeth jump up and down with the movement of his jaw. Glancing down, going slight cross-eyed in the process, he gave a little growl after seeing that the cigarette had finally died, and spit it moodily into the water.
That was yet another little mistake he made that day, for the growl and the angry action had started the man above him to slightly pull on his tie with his teeth, a purring sound escaping his throat and tickling Sanji’s back due to the vibrations of the other man’s chest.
“Your fault for getting the red one,” Pinocchio said, causing Sanji to whip his head up, jaw falling down in his shocked anger. The crouching man stood up and brushed off his pants (not like he needed to, Sanji noted, for he hadn’t been sitting on the ground). “And its silk were you just trying to get jumped?”
Sanji watched, still open mouthed as the long-nosed guy walked around him, tugging at the back of the cat-man’s tie, earning a hiss and a glare from the man still glued to Sanji’s back and fastened to his tie.
“Come now, we really have to get back to work,” he said, sounding like the man’s father. “You want Iceburg-san to fire you?”
Finally the possessive arm around Sanji’s waist released its grip and the slightly slobbery (and were those holes?) tie fell limp against his shoulder. Sanji turned around swiftly, sitting on the ground and leaning against his hands as he glared up at the men above him. A pigeon flew down from the rooftop, landing on the cat-man’s shoulder and pointing at Pinocchio angrily with a wing.
“This is work!” the pigeon said, cementing Sanji’s opinion that these two were straight out of some crack-filled storybook.
“Sure it is,” Pinocchio said gently, leading the way out of the alley he had dragged Sanji into. “Now say goodbye to your cat-toy Hattori,” he said, glancing over his shoulder.
“Ja ne!” the pigeon (was it wearing a tie???) yelled, turning around on the man’s shoulder as they stalked out of the alley, the leopard tail folding inward on itself into nothing.
Sanji open and closed his mouth a few times before yelling to an empty alley, upsetting a woman hanging laundry overhead.
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Date: 2007-05-20 12:48 am (UTC)---------------------------------
That was his sixth and final mistake of the day, for only a split second after he opened his mouth to yell at the man who had dragged him from the store, was he hit from behind by a large object, only missing diving face-first into the pavement by his splayed hands and the strong arm suddenly around his waist. Sanji blinked at the ground for a second, biting down on the dying cigarette still clenched between his lips, before slowly turning his head, feeling the now familiar pressure of his tie being pulled against his neck.
As he turned, brow furrowed and his mouth set in an angry line, he found himself face to face with a man in a top-hat with Sanji’s ‘new’ tie between his teeth. It took only a moment to recognize the man staring at him in the store, and Sanji opened his mouth to yell once again, only to have his throat suddenly close off when he saw the leopard tail lashing back and forth, the tip curled up like a cat playing with a cat-toy. Suddenly, he realized that was just what he was, a cat-toy.
There was the sound of feet shifting on gravel, and Sanji saw the not-Usopp guy crouch down out of the corner of his eye. The anger flooded back to his shocked body, and he snapped his head around to glare at the man crouching in front of him, his fingers pushing at the ground in his rage and desire to just kick the zoan-cat thing off of him. Preferably into the canal nearby.
“What the hell are you looking at?” Sanji hissed, grinding his teeth together, making the cigarette between his teeth jump up and down with the movement of his jaw. Glancing down, going slight cross-eyed in the process, he gave a little growl after seeing that the cigarette had finally died, and spit it moodily into the water.
That was yet another little mistake he made that day, for the growl and the angry action had started the man above him to slightly pull on his tie with his teeth, a purring sound escaping his throat and tickling Sanji’s back due to the vibrations of the other man’s chest.
“Your fault for getting the red one,” Pinocchio said, causing Sanji to whip his head up, jaw falling down in his shocked anger. The crouching man stood up and brushed off his pants (not like he needed to, Sanji noted, for he hadn’t been sitting on the ground). “And its silk were you just trying to get jumped?”
Sanji watched, still open mouthed as the long-nosed guy walked around him, tugging at the back of the cat-man’s tie, earning a hiss and a glare from the man still glued to Sanji’s back and fastened to his tie.
“Come now, we really have to get back to work,” he said, sounding like the man’s father. “You want Iceburg-san to fire you?”
Finally the possessive arm around Sanji’s waist released its grip and the slightly slobbery (and were those holes?) tie fell limp against his shoulder. Sanji turned around swiftly, sitting on the ground and leaning against his hands as he glared up at the men above him. A pigeon flew down from the rooftop, landing on the cat-man’s shoulder and pointing at Pinocchio angrily with a wing.
“This is work!” the pigeon said, cementing Sanji’s opinion that these two were straight out of some crack-filled storybook.
“Sure it is,” Pinocchio said gently, leading the way out of the alley he had dragged Sanji into. “Now say goodbye to your cat-toy Hattori,” he said, glancing over his shoulder.
“Ja ne!” the pigeon (was it wearing a tie???) yelled, turning around on the man’s shoulder as they stalked out of the alley, the leopard tail folding inward on itself into nothing.
Sanji open and closed his mouth a few times before yelling to an empty alley, upsetting a woman hanging laundry overhead.
“You owe me 1000 beli for the goddamned TIE!”