Friday | Post-Investigation

[concasse]

[It's a sad, sad day when Sanji can't even encourage himself to cook.

Thankfully, the responsibilities of a chef offer plenty of mundane substitutions, perfect for someone looking to distract themselves from the ugly reality that is their current existence. Thank you, rag, for this gift, as Sanji diligently buffs away as much of the soot and smoke as possible. Occasionally the silence is darkened by a couple of swears, Sanji seizing up as if the truth might bite him if not careful --

And then he moves on quickly, busying himself with something else that will not require thought.]

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[concasse]

Isn't she? Rebecca-chan doesn't give herself enough credit.

[Apparently it's Stan Rebecca time.]

I'm trying to convince her having it rough in life isn't her fault. She wouldn't have to suffer for that.

[discardia]

I tried to tell her that, too. But maybe she'll believe it more, coming from you.

[ awwyeah Stan Rebecca hour. ]

[concasse]

No no, you're her partner, Cardia-chan!

I can tell her all I want, but I believe she'll eventually understand how much you care. Sometimes it just takes time.

[discardia]

I see...

[ she has her doubts, but at the same time... ]

I'll do what I can.

But, um, if there's anything I can do for you as well, please let me know. Even if it's a little wish.

[concasse]

-- But you're already granting me the wish of your wonderful company, Cardia-chan!

Such a lucky man as I could never ask for more~!

[discardia]

... I'm not entirely sure those are your true feelings, Sanji.

[ why are flirts ]

[concasse]

[Burn all the flirts.

But he's gonna smile at her suspicion here]

Oi, but it's true! I don't need anything but getting to spend time with you.

[discardia]

You don't need a hug?

[concasse]

[his expression... quiets suddenly.]

Do I seem like I need one?

[He asks her seriously]

[discardia]

Yes.

[ well, she's bad at being tactful at times. ]

[concasse]

[... Heh. Rubbing sheepishly at his neck.]

I guess I wouldn't mind one, no.

[discardia]

...

[ Then she'll set down her rag and wander over to him, stopping right in front of him with extended arms. ]