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week 3 | Thursday
[This entire day was just proof of why Sanji needs to get a leash for Natsuo. Given how loud he'd been, of course the entire goddamn castle overheard his conversation with the younger Ion.
Really, he should leave well enough alone. If the kid is as sick as he said, company is not going to do much for the body.
Or that's what he tells himself, even as he starts making tea, a mild flavor that hopefully won't upset the stomach, and hunts down the room that Ion shares with Fitz.]
... Worst comes to worst, he'll just tell me to screw off.
[Muttering that under his breath. NOT THAT ION WOULD, he seems like a nice kid. Stressed out, but nice.
... Might as well knock on the door and announce his presence]
Really, he should leave well enough alone. If the kid is as sick as he said, company is not going to do much for the body.
Or that's what he tells himself, even as he starts making tea, a mild flavor that hopefully won't upset the stomach, and hunts down the room that Ion shares with Fitz.]
... Worst comes to worst, he'll just tell me to screw off.
[Muttering that under his breath. NOT THAT ION WOULD, he seems like a nice kid. Stressed out, but nice.
... Might as well knock on the door and announce his presence]
no subject
[A shrug.]
Or maybe there isn't any good or evil here. Each time we send someone off to die for their crimes, we get to do so knowing most of them were killed because our hosts blackmailed them into it.
[...]
I prefer it that way, to be honest. It's all shitty circumstance. And poor luck.