oh backdating I love you

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WHO: Sanji and Ggio
WHERE: a street somewhere
WHEN: backdated to August 9th, evening - after Sanji attempted to kick Bond's ass
WARNINGS: violence
SUMMARY: Sanji's frustrated after not being able to knock Bond out. Ggio is frustrated about other things. The two cross paths and take their frustrations out on each other. By kicking.
FORMAT: I'll set up para but fff we can quicklog that's cool

It really wasn't fair, Sanji swore to himself as he trudged his way back to the MAC, puffing profusely on his third cigarette in the last half an hour. There had to be some kind of trick, Bond's powers or whatever, that allowed him to take Sanji's blows without losing consciousness. Of course, three minutes was a pretty short time frame even for one of his fights, but he had gone in confident and come out frustrated.

He did get to put his foot in Bond's face, though. That felt good. But as he walked (he wasn't running as usual because he was pissed) he kept waffling between blaming Bond's unknown powers or himself for being weak. Zoro was right, in essence. He was behind the others. Even if the marimo was back home now, he still had Luffy and Chopper to remind him how far behind he'd fallen. That had to change.

Sanji walked with his head down, his hands in his pockets, and a stream of cigarette smoke trailing behind him. He even ignored passersby complaining about him daring to smoke in public where it was still legal, so wrapped up in his thoughts was he.

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[ridethetiger]

[Frustration, anger, and cigarette smoke - two of those three things were bound to attract Ggio, and while the latter repulses him, it's also familiar. He knows this smell, who it comes from, upon a closer feel.

Having been stalking around the night, as he usually does when not otherwise preoccupied, he deliberately stands in Sanji's way, a dozen or so feet in front of him. Appearing seemingly out of thin air.]

Nice night, isn't it?

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[he stops short at the voice - he was in such a fuss that he didn't notice Ggio appear]

...oh. Skullhead. Fancy running into you, here. [not as pleasant as he usually would be]

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[Sanji? Pleasant? His grumpiness is very peculiar tonight. Interesting. Ggio saunters forward, shamelessly getting in Sanji's personal space, circling him as he talks.]

I'm always out at night. It's the most fun time. You?

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[fff that's the sort of move that irritates the hell out of him. It reminds him of unpleasant people]

I had an appointment to keep, not that it's any of your business. [eyeing him, and puffing away on that cigarette] You want something?

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Your energy.

[Lets off on the circling to approach Sanji from the front, only stopping when he's almost pressed up against him. Ggio knows it's annoying, unsettling. Angering. It's what he wants.]

I'm hungry, and you're not going home. Are you?

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My energy...? [perplexed, and not in a good way. He only vaguely remembers talking to Grimmjow and Shiro about their nature]

I'm pointed in that direction. [but he's not shoving past or moving, just bristling at the invasion of personal space. And maybe thinking about Luffy laughing at him for losing a fight]

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Nope. Feed me.

[Like he's giving Sanji little choice. Ggio's reiatsu kicks up, his energy making the surrounding area feel heavier. It was rare he got to have the kind of fun that Bobbi or Tom would disapprove of, but it wasn't like they would have to know. And he doesn't care about even being concerned about them in the first place.]

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[he may not have spiritual awareness but who couldn't feel that? It's enough to push his already tenuous temper over the edge. He flicks the ashes off his cigarette and replaces it in his mouth like it ain't no thang]

You want it? I'm not just going to let you take from me, like that. Those kind of table manners are beyond rude.

[a foot shifts into place, and his hands come out of his pockets] ...but then, I get the feeling you want a fight no matter what. I'm up for that.