Sunday | Post-Execution

[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?

Sunday | Post-Execution

[He tries to make himself available after trials and executions for anyone who wants to talk, vent, or just bother him for food. This Sunday, however... well, watching one teenager forced to shove the head of another underwater until she drowned has quite the effect on a sea-faring man.

He's pissed, pure and simple. The best kindness he can show everyone is by making himself scarce so they're not on the receiving end of his fury.

That said, he still wants a cup of tea, so to the kitchen he heads. Just five minutes, he tells himself. Then he'll be out of here, back in his room, or at least any other place where it's safe to be furious...]

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.]

Sunday | Post-Execution

[He's told some people that being a chef is to his advantage here -- he can always be busy, always have something to do, and frankly? Always have an alibi. It damn well helps when multiple people can vouch for his position.

But it's on Sunday that he seems to break from that. The kitchen holds no solace for him, especially not after that execution, and it means Sanji prowls around the castle like a caged animal. Usually on days like this, he'd find Zoro, piss him off, have to dodge three swords at once and eventually feel better for it.

Too bad there's no idiot swordsman to be found, this time. No ship, no crew.

He chews on his nails, swearing darkly to himself. Sure would be a terrible time for him to run into someone]