#012

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Sanji isn't sure of a lot of things, but not having fallen asleep in some sort of restaurant, well, that's... that's something he's sure he didn't do. His face had been firmly planted into a counter top, and he's sitting on a stool, and his back HURTS, DAMN.

And it looks like it's not just him that's waking up in this place.]

...Huh? Oi, what the hell's going on now?!



[ooc: Open, herp. Uhhh probably not for journal use, since we'll just be reading Paradisa: The Comic Book. Feel free to threadjack in this post if you want some generalized 'wtf diner' threadage.]

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[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[Perfect. She raids the kitchen for ketchup bottles and whipped cream cans. The end result is...jaw-dropping.]

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He slowly starts to come to, dragging himself out of his stupor. To say he's really confused at first would be an understatement -- at first there's the memories of his most recent visit home, on top of all of his previous time at the castle, and then the dawning realization that he's ... sticky?!]

[All this in a less than stable mind.]

[He starts a low, dissatisfied growl, trying to wipe it off and looking equal parts confused and angry as hell]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[Harley looks down at the can of whipped cream she's still holding—and shoves it under the seat. She knows nothing. She's extremely preoccupied with rearranging the napkin holders. Something that requires great concentration.]

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He's glancing around to see if there are any clues left that might point to who did it, or if there are any worth intimidating just because he's pissed off. He settles on staring at Harley, as she fiddles with the napkins, with just the slightest, softest growl. What the everloving fuck was going on here?]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[If she starts whistling, would that give her away? Probably. She'll settle on looking back when she feels eyes on her.]

What?

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He continues to just stare at her perhaps a moment longer than necessary, and then glances away with a grunt, stupid castle, then looks back. If she didn't do it she might know who did. He flicks a glob of the whipped-ketchup-concoction onto the table by her napikin dispenser and points at it, looking at her questioningly.]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I ain't cleaning that up.

[She tosses him an entire dispenser.]

Looks like, you know, you might need it.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[Catches the disepnser, glaring at her. That wasn't at all what he'd meant.]

[But, she did have a point. He's going through all the napkins now as he cleans up the mess, depositing them on the ground without a second notice, and eyeing her suspiciously.]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[Back to making her pyramid of napkin dispensers. This is completely non-suspicious, normal person behavior.]