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Log: Complete
When; February 18
Rating; R
Characters; Sanji [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
erocook_ftw], Jyabura [maten_rou], Robin [blackhibiscus]
Summary; Affected by the Wrath curse, Sanji and Jyabura have a to-the-death rematch—the Ultimate Showdown™ since their battle at Enies Lobby.
Log;
He was fuming. He was positively enraged, ready to kick something—anything—until it shattered into dust at his feet. He had enough common sense not to do that to Merry or anything on her, but he was very nearly storming down to the store for a new pack or two of cigarettes and Heaven forbid anyone from keeping them away.
The store clerk, unaffected by the day's curse, generously handed over five packs before Sanji could break something, but the sweet taste of nicotine in his system didn't help the blond man any. Hands in pockets, shoulders hunched, he started down the street towards the forest again, glaring furiously at the crowds around him.
And then he froze in his step at the sight of an all-too-familiar face with a name that made his blood boil every time it was thought or uttered. Jyabura. What the hell was that wolf doing, daring to show himself to the cook?
Rating; R
Characters; Sanji [
erocook_ftw], Jyabura [maten_rou], Robin [blackhibiscus]Summary; Affected by the Wrath curse, Sanji and Jyabura have a to-the-death rematch—the Ultimate Showdown™ since their battle at Enies Lobby.
Log;
He was fuming. He was positively enraged, ready to kick something—anything—until it shattered into dust at his feet. He had enough common sense not to do that to Merry or anything on her, but he was very nearly storming down to the store for a new pack or two of cigarettes and Heaven forbid anyone from keeping them away.
The store clerk, unaffected by the day's curse, generously handed over five packs before Sanji could break something, but the sweet taste of nicotine in his system didn't help the blond man any. Hands in pockets, shoulders hunched, he started down the street towards the forest again, glaring furiously at the crowds around him.
And then he froze in his step at the sight of an all-too-familiar face with a name that made his blood boil every time it was thought or uttered. Jyabura. What the hell was that wolf doing, daring to show himself to the cook?