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Sunday | Post-Execution
[Sanji's drinking tea.
He really wishes it were booze right now.
Though to his disappointment, he's not such a shitshow that he's going to get drunk in front of the delicate public, so -- tea it is! Hot, black, and hopefully enough to burn his soul right out of his body.
It's that kind of evening.
Normally he'd hole up in the kitchen, but today is feeling like a foyer day. Somewhere open, bright, tough thankfully not as cold as outside. Sighing irritably, he props up the wall and looks pretty damn unhappy with the world, but that's only without an audience to entertain.]
He really wishes it were booze right now.
Though to his disappointment, he's not such a shitshow that he's going to get drunk in front of the delicate public, so -- tea it is! Hot, black, and hopefully enough to burn his soul right out of his body.
It's that kind of evening.
Normally he'd hole up in the kitchen, but today is feeling like a foyer day. Somewhere open, bright, tough thankfully not as cold as outside. Sighing irritably, he props up the wall and looks pretty damn unhappy with the world, but that's only without an audience to entertain.]