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Friday | Post-Investigation
[It's been, what, a day since he and the "younger" Ion have last seen each other? But boy, what a difference a day makes in this castle.
Which is why Sanji does not look particularly happy to see him, or happy to be here -- nothing personal, of course, he just hates everything about his current existence and it's not getting better. The crueler truth is Fitz' death hasn't even blipped on Sanji's radar, either, besides what this could mean for the sickly boy if he doesn't get paired to anyone come Sunday.
... A humbling thought, the longer he dwells on it. Wherever he crosses the boy's path, Sanji chooses to make a small attempt at conversation, even knowing both of them probably don't want much to do with it.]
... Yo.
[A pause]
How you holding up?
Which is why Sanji does not look particularly happy to see him, or happy to be here -- nothing personal, of course, he just hates everything about his current existence and it's not getting better. The crueler truth is Fitz' death hasn't even blipped on Sanji's radar, either, besides what this could mean for the sickly boy if he doesn't get paired to anyone come Sunday.
... A humbling thought, the longer he dwells on it. Wherever he crosses the boy's path, Sanji chooses to make a small attempt at conversation, even knowing both of them probably don't want much to do with it.]
... Yo.
[A pause]
How you holding up?
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... If you insist, then. 'Sanji' it is.
[ If Sanji wishes him to eschew the trappings of politeness and formality, then really, who is he to disagree?
He toys around with the pendant around his neck some, allowing Sanji to take the lead in heading towards the room, then. Still: ]
If I may, what instruments were you most familiar with? I can't imagine a piano would be particularly easy to transport and maintain, in seafaring conditions.
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[Though Sanji immediately jumps in to add:] Well, more like a fiddle. Not that it matters -- I'm shit at both.
[He cannot stress that enough. As far as he's concerned, Ion is in for a rough time with his ears]
... And you said you're the one who's got more skill with a piano, then?
[He didn't forget that comment -- just chose to slowly work his way back to it.]