mouton: (🌊 𝟎𝟒𝟎)
sanji. ([personal profile] mouton) wrote in [community profile] diademooc 2025-05-19 09:03 pm (UTC)

[ his head quickly turns back in her direction with that quiet protest — i'm not helpless — with a slight pang of guilt that he might have framed it as such. especially when he knows all too well the weight can be in being assumed helpless. ]

Oh, no, miss, I don't expect you are. Just wanted to give you a chance to steady yourself back on your feet, that's all.

[ to say nothing of his own fairly selfish intentions in simply wanting to be useful, in following instinct after instinct of presenting his own worth in offered service. but he doesn't say anything further about it once she moves down to join him, instead returning his own attention to what he'd offered his assistance on, until she seems to catch sight of their target. ]

Yeah, I see them now. [ he squints in the slight light, trying to map out an idea for obtaining them considering the blocked entry for trying to simply get down there himself. at the most, there's a slight gap between the metal steps, wide enough to stretch his arm between with ease, except the keys seem to be out of reach for even that.

but there's a metaphorical bulb over his head lighting up as he turns to her and gives a cheeky smile. ]
I got it.

[ pushing off his knees to briefly stand, he lowers himself back down onto the step to reposition himself to instead slide his feet in between the steps, seating himself backwards on it as he lets long legs dangle in the open space. giving a slide arch of his body, he slides a leg with graceful controlled movement, the tip of his shoe carefully angled to try to dip beneath the keys and giving a gentle nudge to urge them on top of the shoe.

balancing the price on his foot, he prepares a slow studied swing, his eyes focused on the proper angle before he bends his knees and then gives it a swift stretch to kick up the keys, propelling them in a perfect flying circle that has them flying up, directly through one of the higher steps to land with a clang on the metal.

he turns to her with a proud grin. ]
There you go.

[ if his smile briefly wavers, it's because as he tries to ease back to pull his legs out, he realizes the muscle of his thigh might have actually been too thick for the empty gap of the steps, and may actually be ... a little stuck now. ]

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