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Friday | Post-Investigation
[Sanji hangs out in the kitchen. And for once it's just to hide.
He's not cooking anything, dead silent all around. The knife in his hand is just a weight to focus on as he leans against the counter, staring into nothing.
Eventually he'll move to... fill a tea kettle with water -- not because he's thirsty, just for wont of something better to do -- but he moves like a ghost, expression worn and sad]
He's not cooking anything, dead silent all around. The knife in his hand is just a weight to focus on as he leans against the counter, staring into nothing.
Eventually he'll move to... fill a tea kettle with water -- not because he's thirsty, just for wont of something better to do -- but he moves like a ghost, expression worn and sad]