Week 1 | Saturday

[... 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.

Week 1 | Saturday

[Where else is a chef going to find solace if not in the kitchen?

He's not even hungry, to be honest, but that doesn't stop him from pacing around and letting his hands distract him -- probably tea or some shit. Maybe a few biscuits on the side. Comfort food he won't take much comfort in.

It'd been a long day, okay?]

Week 1 | Saturday

[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.

Week 1 | Saturday

[Hopefully Souji doesn't mind transversing to the kitchen, because (to no one's surprise), that's where Sanji will hole himself up until it's closed off and he's either forced back to his room or to sleep in the foyer.

... It's also the place he doesn't feel like keeping up a smile. There's so much exhaustion in his shoulders and expression, even as he busies himself making a cup of tea (washing the cup multiple times, thanks paranoia).

If Souji sneaks in, it's unlikely Sanji will notice until he speaks up]