Week 1 | Saturday

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[After a show like that? Sanji can't sleep. He doesn't even try. It's not like he prefers going to his room anyway, so after a quick stop by the kitchen for some tea, he'll just... roam a bit, perhaps hoping to use up his energy so he'll pass out somewhere.

Though upon spotting Rebecca he'll be polite as usual... no flirting though. Remember just a week when he'd rush up like a happy puppy? Man. Where does the time go?]

Hey, Rebecca-chan.

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[It's been two weeks of this and she... hates this. She hates everything about it. She doesn't like seeing dead bodies, she doesn't like having to vote.

Learning how people died isn't something she wants to spend her time doing.

But at least they were all people she wasn't attached to.

Her ears look like they've been bleeding, but she's wiped them on her sleeves. Dried blood is starting to stain them.]

Sanji. How are you holding up?

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[... Did he miss something?]

I--

[Just flatlining at her before blurting out:]

Oi, the hell happened to your ears?

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[She just closes her eyes and sighs.]

My wish went wrong. So whenever anybody's emotional for more than an hour my ears start bleeding.

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... So trials are gonna be shit for you.

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Yeah, pretty much.

I don't know if it's ever going to go away.

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Well, would give us all an excuse to gag Natsuo whenever he starts running at the mouth.

[As if that would work.]

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I'm sure he'll find a way to talk around it. Besides, somebody's been emotional at all of the trials.

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Can't argue with that.

... Though here, lemme at least get you a wet towel for that.

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Thanks, I'd appreciate it.

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Yes, Rebecca-chwaaan~!

[never mind, he apparently does have the energy to make a fool of himself. To the kitchen sink he will skip, fetching her the said towellete that's been drenched in warm water.]

Here you are~!

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[She just kind of giggles at him.]

You're ridiculous.

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It's all in the name of Mellorine Love~!

[... But seriously please wipe up your poor ears, lady.]

I'd offer to kick everyone so they'd stop getting emotional but I... suspect that wouldn't work, either.

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[She'll wipe off the blood now.]

They'd end up angry at you, which is a different kind of emotional.