friday | post-investigation

[Well...

Everyone knew it was coming.

Finally a week where they can all band together and officially declare this castle the worst experience of their lives. Sanji can't even cook in these conditions, having long since given up and settled on a glass of water he's not even drinking, staring blankly in the distance.

He doesn't really focus on where his feet take him. The walk's because he'll start screaming otherwise, and upon finding Rebecca, he can't even smile for her. His head tilts sadly.]

... Hey.

Friday | Post-Investigation

[Mmmwhelp.

This week officially sucks. Sanji has been hitting the vodka with extreme prejudice since Wednesday, but he swears he needs it more than ever now, holed up in the kitchen with a wine glass and a blank expression as he stares at nothing.

He's not drunk. Oh no, if only he were so lucky. But he can't bring himself to cook, not with his chest and side hurting, both for completely different reasons.]

... Damn it, kid.

[You were not supposed to go out like this.]

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[It's become a weekly tradition to check up on Eichi, seeing as he rarely participates in investigations. This might be the first time Sanji has to work up the effort to see him, however -- not for lack of want, but lack of...

Mm.

He's tired, okay? The death of kids doesn't ever sit well in his stomach.

But eventually he'll knock on the other's door, sometime in the mid afternoon, once the shock of it all has had time to settle for everyone.]

Friday | Post-Investigation

[So Sanji's in the lab.

Looking very much like he'd enjoy smashing everything in sight.

Which thankfully doesn't happen -- probably destroying evidence, for one, but more importantly, he can't stand the idea of losing control to his emotions this badly. Everyone's upset. He's not alone in this. Tomorrow will come the trial, and he knows damn well most of them will want a payment in blood for this.

So he lowers the beaker that he'd been holding, sets it on the table, shoves his hands back into his pockets... and eventually pulls out a cigarette.

It's been nearly a week since his last one. He'd like to think he deserves it.]

Friday | Post-Investigation

[He'd been nearby when the announcement went up, Natsuo's body encased for all to see. Not surprisingly, some people did not have the best reaction to it.

No surprisingly, Monika was one of those people.

Hence why Sanji immediately pulls her away from the crowd for her sake, a hand on her shoulder, letting her cling to him if she should need the comfort. It's not a good day for any of them, but at least... he thinks he can do this much for her.]

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]