[Sanji hadn't even been in a somber mood before, but Richard's continued silence thickens the air into a heavy cloud of depression. The chef glances at the dark liquid in his glass, tilting it by the stem in circles and watching the wine swirl in turn.]
... Have you talked to Isamu about it yet? [He lowers his voice into a murmur, and even still it seems to shatter against the quiet]
[Action, January 11th]
... Have you talked to Isamu about it yet? [He lowers his voice into a murmur, and even still it seems to shatter against the quiet]