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001↠ Action/Voice

[There is something extraordinarily jarring about finding yourself in a chilled, unfamiliar forest, when two seconds ago you were under the sea, fighting off a legion of crazed fishmen. The blonde man clad in the usual New Feather's garb is none too pleased with this switch once he gathers his bearings, and he sets off in a direction that might be right, straining to hear any sounds of battle, only half-mindful of the journal he hasn't ditched yet. The hows and whys can wait until he's back with his crew.

He'll come across the town, eventually, once a certain child skipping school sets him straight. And it will feel like the longest half hour of Sanji's life, hearing what she says to him -- and once she's safely back home and past her tears, he's going to... head straight to the grocery.

Cigarettes. Need them. Now. He flies through a pack of the damn things before grabbing another, shoving it into a flimsy pocket like it's his last sane lifeline. It might as well be. Navigating back home (...home), along an all-too familiar path, makes his head and chest hurt from the seeping memories.

Heh, what a load of shitty bull. He doesn't want to be here. Except he sorta does. Maybe. And damn, it'd be nice if he could make up his mind.

There will be no such luck today. He goes home, combing the house for available crew members; any kind of anchor and stability. And after that, there's the clothing shop for his suits. Then Seventh Heaven. Then tracking down every person his memory supplies a name for - Xion. Miyabi. Sayo. Katara. Vash. Wolfwood. Isamu. Shit how many are there? - until his head feels too full and he goes to collapse at the bar around evening. Only then does the journal open.]

... Oi. [Fuck, where does one begin? Let's start with a name] It's Sanji. [Pause, and then with tired ire] Guess you shitheads aren't rid of me yet.

[ooc: If you think Sanji would look for your character... then he would probably look for your character. XD So yeah. << RUN INTO HIM ANYWHERE, previous CR or otherwise! He's all over town, and I care not for these things called continuity and time (save for who finds him in the forest - that honor goes to Elicia.)]

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That recent? [No wonder it's fresh on the man's mind]

... I don't suppose I could take your mind off it.

[Richard's next smile is half-hearted, but a smile nonetheless.]

That depends on how you plan to go about doing so.

Heh. Typically I'd start with buying you a drink, maybe, but I guess that doesn't mean much in this place.

The intent is still appreciated... but I must say I never expected you to be the type to buy another man a drink.

[Don't take him seriously for the sake of your mental health, Sanji.]

Shithead, don't read too much into it!

[... and laughing now.]

Should I be hurt?

[HA.]

Richard, I think we can both safely say you were never my type.

Don't worry, you were never mine either-- no offense meant, of course.

None taken.

And that's why you'd get one free drink out of me.

Then I'll redeem that offer today.

Alright. Anything you're in the mood for?

[Richard ponders this for a moment.]

Something with tequila, perhaps.

[He doesn't know what sort of drinks it's in, he just knows that stuff is effective.]

Tequila? [His brow arch high into his hairline]

You don't feel like wasting time. [He gets up anyway, and heads for the bar. He won't be gone long. The chef has a drink in mind for them both, and wanders his way back to the table with two glasses (http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/25/31/74/rainbow-shots-with-pineapple.jpg) in hand]

Here.

[... that is perhaps the most colorful drink Richard has ever seen. In fact, it's almost too pretty to drink. Don't mind him just staring at it for a moment to admire the colors, Sanji.]

It's almost a shame to drink something that pretty.

Even if it is a feast for the eyes, it won't be beautiful forever. [Richard, you have activated Chef Mode]

The highest compliment you could pay it is drinking it.

[That earns him a slight laugh.]

In that case, let's do it that honor. Cheers.

[And he holds the glass aloft, waiting for Sanji to follow suit.]

Cheers. [Clink! 8D

And taking a healthy sip of his. He doesn't chug it, as he is far too ~refined~ for such actions, but half of his glass is still gone by the time he puts it down.]

[Richard is too refined for chugging as well, but that doesn't mean that he won't manage to consume a large portion of it too. He's had plenty of practice by now, man.]

Meet your tastes?

Yes, it's quite tasty... what's in it, other than tequila?

Lemon juice, pineapple juice, lime juice, orange juice, and grenadine, I think.

[Lots of juice. 8|b]

No wonder it tastes so sweet.

[Sipping at what's left of his now.]

... but I might need another to be more certain of the flavors.

Just as long as you know I'm not dragging your ass home. [This declaration doesn't stop Sanji from ordering another round.

Because frankly? He's teetering on the edge of a dark, dark mood, and colorful drinks sound like a damn good remedy to him.]

Not even if I ask nicely?

[Richard's been teetering on that edge for quite some time now-- not that he would admit it to anyone. There's a reason he's become a regular at the bar.]

Not a chance. [Not while he's sober.

He's got another glass in hand and tips it towards Richard, before starting to down it. Sweet, but ah, he enjoys the subtle burn all the same.]

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