Monday | Week 4

[concasse]

[He lets the guilt stew in his gut for all of a day before he's had enough. The evening of Monday, Sanji doesn't tell Zelos what he's doing -- just makes an excuse and leaves the room, hiding in a corner of their now very private common room.

After a fidget, he calls into the empty air]

Uh... Tiger-sama?

[... mrr, he doesn't actually know how to do this outside of being summoned. After glancing nervously around the room.]

Don't suppose I could request a quick audience?

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[themodsgrimm]

[Her eyelids droop halfway.]

It doesn’t matter why anymore. It’s gone too far and for far too long. There’s no going back, no matter how it ends.

[concasse]

[It's one of those moments Sanji is glad he's here and not any of his crew; he can handle these kinds of responses without it feeling like the antithesis to his entire being.

After a nod, he takes a sip of his tea.]

Yeah, you're right. Going forward is the only path most of us got.

[themodsgrimm]

No point in dwelling in the past!

[Its a forced exuberance as she puts her teacup back down on the table. A silent call to end the personal turn the conversation took.]

Formalities aside, I do appreciate you taking the time. I’m not used to visitors who aren’t looking for something from me.

[concasse]

[... That also makes him sad, though Sanji actually perks up, leaning forward just a bit]

Oi, how about this? Next time I visit -- if you don't mind, of course -- I bring you your favorite dish!

What do you like to eat, Tiger-sama?

[themodsgrimm]

[She clearly fumbles at the question, blinking a few times before her cool and casual air comes back. She runs a hand through her hair.]

I've always liked anything with tuna.

[And another pause.]

I wouldn't mind if you visited me again.

[Tsuntiger]

[concasse]

[Sanji has never been happier to be a chef whose roots are in seafood.]

Perfect~! I'll make you a meal worthy of a goddess~!

[Welcome to Sanji Hell, Tiger.]