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[As Sanji is also contractually obligated not to beat up his boyfriend's friend, he'll place the headphones back on Elliot's neck without incident.]

Looking for Yusuke. You know where he is?

[TEXT ISN'T WORKING WHICH MEANS THE ASSHOLE IS PAINTING AND NOT LOOKING AT HIS PHONE, GODDAMNIT--]

[Yes please don't beat up the healer. When his headphones get put back, he reaches up to touch them and make sure his babies are okay. yes. okay they are alright. ]

Yusuke?

Well I know he's painting, though I haven't seen him since this morning. [...] I think he went east...?

East, huh...

[Rubbing lightly at his chin while he considers that. Did he ever check east?]

Gimme a sec.

[Because Sanji is going to take a couple of steps back, bending low at the knees, and suddenly... jump. Into the air.

And keep jumping.

Like he sure is skipping off the air particles like they're steps on a ladder, going higher and higher until he's more a dot than a man.

It'll be a minute or so before he comes slamming back, feet hitting the ground like he's some human meteor. Also, that grumpy expression sure hasn't gone anywhere.]

Shit, he's nowhere close. [GRUMP GRUMP GRUMP, folding his arms] I'd probably fly straight into a shitty building if I tried it.

[You know, there was once a time not long ago, where this move would've really shocked Elliot. It would've surprised him and filled him with awe.

But after dealing with John's flying, Eren's gear, and the Persona's dragons for so long- while he's not bored of it and still watch, he won't flip out. Instead he goes "huh wow" to himself and waits for Sanji to come down. If Elliot is good at one thing that isn't music related- it's that he adapts quickly to weird.

Which wow dude, try to be more gentle on the landing. He steps back and coughs at any dust Sanji might've kicked up]

W-Wow, I didn't know you could fly. [Anyway] He has been rather determined with his painting. Why do you need to find him?

[RUDE ELLIOT and least give Sanji a round of applause, he's proud of his newfound ability to kick up dust in the most dramatic of ways.]

Because he won't answer his phone and I'd put down money he hasn't eaten. [A pause, accompanied by a bigger scowl] Or slept that well. It's like he's possessed with this...

[Look it's very impressive!! He just never knows if he should make a big deal of it or not. He'd be happy to praise you if you wanted]

Oh...boy. That does sound bad... [Sanji's worried, and it's hard not to be] He has been pretty driven since this whole thing started. He's been barely home at all.

[All Elliot does is confirm what Sanji already suspected, but the news still pulls at his expression. Worry isn't one of those emotions that sets naturally on his features, it seems -- if anything, he looks gruff and aggravated, arms folding in displeasure as he starts tapping his foot, chewing on his lip... anything to burn up some of his nervous energy.]

Je vais mettre une cloche sur lui... [if Elliot knows french, someone's threatening to put a bell on someone's neck. Otherwise it's just the grumblings of an irritable Frenchman.]

Well, if you can remind him to eat when he gets home tonight... [Assuming Sanji doesn't get to him first +_+]

[Alas Elliot choose to learn German instead of French in school, so he doesn't get a word of that. But!! It's pretty clear to tell the guy is agitated. He must really be worried]

I-I will. [...] Do you want me to help look for him? I can't fly like you can, but two sets of eyes are better than one, right...?

Eh? ... I'm not interrupting you?

[Nodding at whatever project Elliot had been focused on. Even as antsy as he is, Sanji does feel a little bad spiriting the guy away.]

Oh- [He glances back at the half-finished wall, then at Sanji. He offers a shrug] I can always come back later. It's not going anywhere.

Huh. Alright.

[... Jabbing a thumb at his back.]

Get on, then.

[ !! ]

Oh- o-okay!

[guess this is a thing!! He'll put his brush away and approach, aiming to jump on Sanji's back like a piggyback ride. Least he's used to this from Eren and John]

[Bless Elliot for making this easy on Sanji. He'll wait until the guy's as comfortable as he's gonna get, then loops his arms under his knees.]

Hang on, I've never done this with a passenger.

[That's probably the sort of thing you mention before climbing into the sky, but hey, Elliot's so light, it hardly matters. And while the climb isn't the smoothest ride, Sanji is mindful not to jump too quickly, or do anything that might jar his passenger off his back.]

I-It's okay! I'm pretty used to this!

[And up and away! Like a good passenger, he only makes the smallest of yelps as they go up in the sky, as not to distract Sanji from what he's doing]

[Sanji will need the concentration, to be honest. It's not the flying that's got him worried, but ever accidentally jump into a building you didn't even know was there?

Yeah.

Yeah.

That's not what happens, thankfully, as Sanji's learned to rely on the wind and how it cuts between buildings as a warning, but at some point he slows them until they're kinda hovering in place.]

Oi, Elliot, could you fling some paint to your left?

[Yeah please don't ram us into an invisible building Sanji]

On it!

[Holding out his brush, he'll conjure a mass of water around it. It engulfs the brush and soaks up the paint. Once it's ready, he'll let it fly to his left- making a big splatter that reveals a decent amount of the area around them

Mages man.]

[YEAH WHAT THE HELL, HIS BRUSH DON'T DO THAT.]

-- Oi, do you got a bigger paint brush than me?

[How dare, Sanji is like two sizes bigger? He demands justice]

Huh?

Oh...I don't think so? I'm just using magic to help boost the output a little.

Oooh.

... So you''re a wizard.

Um...yeah?

But can you make shit levitate?

[Listen, these are the important questions. Sanji must know Elliot's resume.]

Haha...no. I'm afraid I'm not as cool as a flying pirate.

[--uh.

What no take it back]

Oi, come on, wizards are universally cool. Pretty sure that shit's the law.

[A-anyway he should keep flying, yeah, gonna do that, leaving the rather large splatter of paint behind them, like it's just hovering mid-air.]

[Yeah keep flying! Elliot will occasionally throw out more paint splatters as they move]

Not as cool as pirates!

And I'm a band geek, remember? That automatically cancels out any coolness.

Except you can play pretty much any instrument you wanna!!

[Huffing like he's explaining basic math to someone] You can't tell me that doesn't net you some points back. Most shitheads can't even play a kazoo.

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