Luceti Appointments Post

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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.

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[March 15, Action]
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March 14th [3/3] GAWD I'm not happy with anything I edit

[wildkotetsu]

[.... and then he calms down. As much as he can. Sanji, you're talking to a guy who just lost his partner about an hour ago. What did you honestly expect.]

Do you really try and sit back and do nothing at all? Just because it's hopeless and there's nothing else you can do for your friends but wait?

[And he's up and on his feet, limping for the door, fists clenched. A pause.]

I did my week of work, and then some. You can find someone else to wash your damn dishes.

March 14th

[concasse]

[Sanji didn't expect a damn thing; but that doesn't mean he's gonna mince his words for the guy when he thinks he's going about this the wrong way.

That's not really his style. And now he's pissed off]

I know when to fuckin quit and not worry the people still here because I was reckless, Kotetsu! [Touched a nerve in turn, Kotetsu. Sanji supposes that makes them even. He shouts over his shoulder] If you wanna break yourself without giving a fuck about us, do what you want!

March 14th

[wildkotetsu]

[He looks back at Sanji, the anger flooded out of his face in exchange for something neutral, wiped clean. How can he even bother to care about your advice when he's so utterly useless to all the people here, including his own friend? It's too much for one morning.]

Thanks for the fix-up.

[He disappears through the door quietly, toward home. Sleeping would be good.]

March 14th

[concasse]

[He very nearly yells at him again - partly to satisfy some childish desire to get the last word in - but Kotetsu's already gone, and Sanji can do nothing but kick one of the cupboards in frustration, mood gone to hell and now with a dent to prove it.

Tch! Fine then. A beat later and Sanji stubbornly picks up one of the discarded dishes, polishing it to a mirror shine. He can roll with this, too. It shouldn't be any concern of his anyway.


... Except that he can't feed fire to his anger by will alone, especially when that nagging shit called a conscience points out the very line he'd crossed. Over and over. Everything else he can back up, but not that one callous sentence. And it nags him relentlessly until thirty minutes after Kotetsu's departure, Sanji snarls out loud and nearly shatters one of his own plates against the sink, now pissed for an entirely different reason.

Shit. He hates this.



And now, we enter eight thirty at night. It's already dark, perfect for a covert mission. In Community House 1, Floor 3, room #14, there will be a prompt knock on the door, and with any luck the culprit will flee the scene before Kotetsu has a chance to spot him, leaving behind only a simple Styrofoam box with something inside.]

March 14th you deserve this pain

[wildkotetsu]

[Oohoho.

Sanji, when you're about to knock--

There are bleary amber eyes

leering at you



from a cracked door.]





... Hey.

March 14th LMFAO oh god, the tone is ruined

[concasse]

[Oh jeez, way to throw him off his game. Sanji freezes like he's been caught doing something questionable.]


... Yo. [The box in his hand suddenly feels a lot heavier. The man clears his throat and glances off, frowning slightly] ... Uh. Listen, I figured you'd be too exhausted to cook for yourself today.

... So here. [Still refusing to look at that bleak amber eye, he shoves the box out like it's too hot to the touch]

March 14th you're welcome [1/2]

[wildkotetsu]

[Aha... He opens the door and stares down at the food like it's a weird looking creature or something. Don't mind him, he's been sleeping, so nothing feels entirely there all there yet. Or maybe he's maybe dreaming... or something. On the bright side, he quietly reaches over and takes the box.]

Aa... eating'd be good.

[He sort of forgot to do that today.]

Thanks.

March 14th

[wildkotetsu]

[And because he's Kotetsu, he forces a stupid grin despite his dishevelment anyway. Gotta be done, mate.]

It'll taste great, I'm sure.

March 14th

[concasse]

[To that he offers a subdued hum, seeing as the smile does nothing to decrease the levels of awkward on his end. After a second's pause, he turns away, hissing out a sigh and flattening his hand against the back of his neck.

Well.

He's here. And Kotetsu's spotted him. Might as well have his say.]

The day that Valentine's experiment ended... the girl I'd been in love with was captured by the droids, straight out of our bed. I tried to stop them, but. [He just cuts off with a shrug. No point in reminiscing about that, since it's not really the point, anyway. He's not saying this to garter sympathy or share sob stories] She still isn't back, either.

I knew what was gonna happen, but I still tried. [So, he supposes, that makes you right. No one just sits by and lets someone they care about be taken away without a fight.

Another pause, and he starts walking away] Try not to beat yourself up too much, alright? A Hero shouldn't look so washed up.

March 14th

[wildkotetsu]

[Oh... That's surprising, and unsurprising. Is that possible, to be both? But on the other side, the reasoning behind Sanji's logic is more understandable. His shoulders sag a little, as he leans on the door-frame. After a moment he looks after Sanji.]

Oi. Sanji.

I never helped you 'cause it was my job. [A smile, as he moves the box thoughtfully in hand, holding it up.] Friends're just supposed to look out for each other.

[Did you hear that, THAT WAS AN ADMITTANCE OF FRIENDSHIP. So. Accept that, and stuff. And added with some snarky humor in his tone;] Besides. 'Retired', y'know.

March 14th

[concasse]

[... Ugh.

The "F" word.

No no no no he doesn't wanna admit it. FUCK YOU, KOTETSU. FUCK YOU AND FUCK THE "F" WORD.]

Ha! [He glares meanly over his shoulder, and sticks a cigarette in his mouth after a stern huff. The humbled attitude from before has completely dissolved, riding on the coattails of a breath of relief] Well "retired" or no, I expect you in for work a few days from now. [Marching off. And calling over his shoulder]

And if you don't fuckin eat all that I'm kicking your ass!

March 14th

[wildkotetsu]

Alright, alright! You always gotta sound so threatening, sheesh.

[He closes the door to that, feeling a little better at least.

You may leo strut out now.]