Week 1 | Saturday

[concasse]

[... considering how much energy that shitty trial cost him, Sanji should not be relieved -- or having the sense not to show it on his expression. A girl's going to die, and whether or not she deserved it remains irrelevant to him. Just another casualty in a war they don't belong to.

... But still. Hanging outside the door to his room, Sanji doesn't seem sad, and especially as Eichi approaches, he'll offer the other a hint of a smile]

Hey.

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[finethanks]

[After returning a passed out Akechi to their shared room, Eichi had headed straight for Sanji's, even if he's not sure if it matters, since his life was spared, for now. He's ashamed all over again, scolding himself in his mind to be stronger than that, to put on a better face.

Of course, he had been expecting to have a few moments outside of Sanji's door to steel himself, so seeing him smiling there has him perking up more unnaturally, his own thin smile clearly forced, and somewhat nervous, somehow.]

You wanted to see me?