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Week 0 | Sunday, Post Execution
[He's spent most of his afternoon either training or running around checking on people, and it's towards the beginnings of twilight that he finally chooses to relax. No cigarettes, sadly -- he doesn't have enough to splurge -- but that's alright. He can take a walk throughout the castle, not unlike a soldier making his rounds.
At any point that he sees Sousei, however, he'll slow his steps enough to nod at him, much like their brief communication in the kitchen. Normally he'd leave it at that, too, except... well, congratulations should be in order, right?]
How's it feel escaping that shit?
[Sorry man, Sanji's just crude in speech. Pirates]
At any point that he sees Sousei, however, he'll slow his steps enough to nod at him, much like their brief communication in the kitchen. Normally he'd leave it at that, too, except... well, congratulations should be in order, right?]
How's it feel escaping that shit?
[Sorry man, Sanji's just crude in speech. Pirates]