Luceti Appointments Post

[concasse]

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This post is to be used specifically for one-on-one appointments and interactions with concasse. o/ Probably because we're too busy/lazy to make a post or a separate log. [written], [voice/video], and [action] are all fair game - just mark the method of communication and the date in the subject line.

EXAMPLES:

[March 15, Action]
[March 15, Voice]
[March 15, Written]



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[concasse]

Tch! I'm just making sure you're eating is all! [He tries not to sound defensive... and fails horribly. Hell, he's not a mother hen - that's typically Usopp's job, no matter that his nakama hasn't been in Luceti for well over two years.]

Just eat your damn sandwich. I'll go get you another shirt.

[wildkotetsu]

[There's a small laugh that dies in his throat at the mention of the shirt; oh... right. He reaches up, one cheek full of sandwich, and tugs on the torn collar. Holds it awkward together to hide away the scarred skin underneath. The good scars and the bad--if only they were all welcomed. Not reminiscent of a price payed. Maybe he's just too mushy and sad about the thought.]

Thanks; I'd appreciate it...

[Gosh, Sanji. Spilling tea, ripping clothes. You're a tad hot-blooded tonight, aint' ya? Of course, he'll go ahead and start taking his food to the kitchen when the plate is cleared off (very very quickly; it's good). He huffs and enters the kitchen, and you'd better not have left any clues to birthday shenanigans around. :|]

[concasse]

[So long as the urge to snoop through the fridge remains off Kotetsu's to-do list, Sanji's in the clear. He'd already wiped the counters and cleaned up the small mess left from his birthday celebration.

That doesn't stop him from nearly freezing at the kitchen door frame, and resisting the urge to berate Kotetsu for moving.]

C'mon, let's get you to bed. [He says, and then casually tosses a new shirt over the man's eyes.]

[wildkotetsu]

[Ah--

Right. He pulls the shirt down to look quizzically to the chef. Just in the nick of time; he was gonna snoop in the fridge before Sanji popped back in.]

Sleep sounds... good...

[Gosh, that sounded entirely difficult to say. Probably because he's secretly horrified of going to bed, what with having been asleep for... y'know, most of the mission.]