Sunday | Post-Execution

[concasse]

[Sanji hasn't the nerve to claim he's a calm man without a temper, but he's still been... careful, ever since coming to the castle. Very few people here can stand up to his ire. He knows it, okay? There's a reason why he sequesters himself in the kitchen whenever his mood plummets.

But that spectacle on Sunday seems to have brought forth the worst of him. No matter how mindful he is to give Eichi some space, eventually he winds his way to the other's room, knocking on the door before he just opens it up anyway, slipping his head through the crack.]

Oi, you in here?