wildkotetsu | 6 • Kotetsu T. Kaburagi • [Action/Voice]

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6 • Kotetsu T. Kaburagi • [Action/Voice]

[The first sensation Kotetsu feels is pain: a headache, which is already pounding away at his temples; there's just darkness at the moment. He can feel that his eyes are closed, hearing an inhuman sigh--a lion?--and it's pretty weird because it sort of sounds like it's coming from himself. But that wouldn't make sense. It's a few minutes later that he feels his body twist and change, but he can't snap himself awake despite his mental efforts. When he finally cracks open his eyes, he's acutely aware something is really weird.

That is, he's laying on Barnaby's couch naked. With a collar hanging off his neck. With no memory of how he got there.

...

Oh my christ.

He leaps up in horror, throwing a blanket off him. For some reason, his balance is weird, because he feels like two legs just isn't enough; there's a crash as he collapses forward into the table, knocking his journal around--just a short, horrified sort of message is sent out in the process--]

What the hell--

Where are my cloth--

[Ooooouuurgh. He feels his stomach churn--must've been the food he last ate, not that he remembers, and he slaps a hand over his mouth, stumbling to his feet as he drags the blanket with him. In no time he's in the bathroom leaning over the toilet, retching the last remains of a particularly not!human meal. Just gonna... sit here for a second. Phewwwww.]

[Voice]

[Okay. Once things are all sorted out and these hangover symptoms of his experiment are settled, he finally realizes he accidentally sent out a voice message over the journals. Can't let it be just that, since... you know, he didn't want to worry anyone with terror. So he composes himself, itching his hairline in embarrassment. He's finally remembering bit by bit of his tiger experiences. Huh. Weird.]

Naa, I guess I... uh, was pretty weird these last two weeks. If you ran into a tiger, thanks a lot for keeping me company!

I hope I didn't cause anyone too much... trouble...

[He's thinking of you specifically, Nami.

Aaand he groans, rubbing a hand across his face.]

I'm never eating meat again.

[Which is a total lie, but whatever. He'll be out and about if you want to meet him in person; the grocery store, to apologize for wrecking havoc on their deli while he's there, to the restaurant to get some real food in his stomach, and then maybe the orchard to make sure it's not... completely... ruined. :|]

[[ooc: replies will be delayed! Just wanted to get this up on the day it happens. :)b]

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[AHA]

I dunno'! What would you suggest, off the menu?

[The answer comes rather prompt and easily, the twitching of Sanji's eyebrow aside]

Coq au Vin with a side of wild rice.

[This

is the face of a man who has no idea what the hell most of that is.]

....

[OH WELL]

I'll take that, then!

[Gawd man. Sanji fights off amusement before pointing back to Kotetsu's seat]

Then wait a shitty moment and I'll bring it out.

[Okay! Lemme walk my lanky ass over here to chill in a chair. But boredom takes over so... time to build sugar packet castles until it gets there. By god, he should be an architect.]

[... Sanji thinks he needs a hobby. Preferably one that doesn't have sugar packets all over the table.]

Idiot, if you're not gonna use them, put that shit away!

Aww, come on, can't a guy have a little fun? Besides, it's a real test of balance, making one of these!

Good for dexterity.

You want your food or not, shithead?

[CLEAN IT UP NAO]

[... *u*

Those packets are all swept away with a gusto at that, Mr. Chef.

I AM A HUNGRY BASTARD RN.]

Of course I do! Let's see what y'got!

[That better not mean swept to the floor.

Eh. In any case, Kotetsu is delivered his side of rice and what looks like a hearty stew-like concoction]

[Oohhhh. He whistles at that.]

What's this made of? It really does look good!

[... Maybe I should ask that short-haired woman for the mayo, instead of you. You'll just say no. :|a]

Beef, carrots, potatoes, mushrooms, some parsley. [Okay, he's severely paraphrasing but ~~his mun is lazy~~ that's the gist of what's on Kotetsu's plate.

And as if he can read the guy's mind:] Try not to ruin it with mayo, alright?

[Erk—

E-eheheheh. He rubs the back of his head.]

Now why would I go do something like that, aa?

[am I convincing enough]

[Leveling a look at him] Not a goddamn clue.

[nooooope]

[s o b

He uh... salutes, with a lopsided grin.]

W-well, thanks for the food, anyway.

[Now please leave so I can request my mayonnaise. I haven't had mayo in like a month YOU CAN'T STOP MEEEEE]

[Fiiiiine. He'll leave you to your stupid mayonnaise.

... Actually, he thinks that was pretty uneventful, and relaxes on his trip back to the kitchen. Guess he doesn't remember anything.

Thank the shitty gods.]

[yep

SO FIVE MINUTES LATER]

Oi, Sanji!

[This door is totally open to customers, right? In fact it sort of totally throws him off track of his intended goal, when he looks around.]

Heeey, this place is pretty nice...

[FUCK.]

OI! You're not allowed back here, shithead!

[GO AWAAAAAAAAAAY.]

Hey, but I'm done! And I still wanted to talk! [GEEZ. Besides, it's a slow hour today, you can live with it, can't you.] Besides, I was coming back to ask if you...

needed any help with anything.

[:|a I'm implying manual labor here, curly.]

[Kotetsu always inspires confusion and irritation in equal parts, and today is no exception]

I've got all the help I need. [He scowls] And why the sudden shitty interest?

Because! You should know by now, if someone helps me out, I return the favor!

[S'that enough to infer to what I'm talkin 'bout? B|a]

So I'll do chores and stuff around the restaurant for you.

... [Sigh]

Oi, Kotetsu. A chef doesn't need special favors for doing his job.

A shitty "thanks" is good enough.

[He points lazily.]

You coulda' left me in the forest to wander off, but you didn't! That earns something! Besides, you act like I have other things to do with my time.

[It's a sad day when Kotetsu points holes in Sanji's logic, and he muffles another irritated noise, trying to hold his peace. The guy just wants to repay a favor.]

If I give you something to do, will you shut the fuck up about it?

Yup!

[SIMPLE LOGIC THERE!!]

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