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[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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[Pfft, what a face. Miyabi responds with a laugh turning her head away and covering her mouth to be somewhat polite. That bad, huh?]

I'll look forward to that, then! [She giggles again, it dying out slowly in favor of a more curious question.] You really don't like Zoro very much, do you, Sanji-nii? How come?

Why? [She's asking why and it's a question Sanji himself has contemplated many a time. What is it about that cocky bastard's face that gets his blood boiling? What it is about watching that directionally-challenged muscle-head that makes his temper snap into pure, undiluted fury, hot enough to boil the ocean, and yet in the same breath he's still proud to call the stupid shit his nakama?

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Well, it's hard to explain, Miyabi-chan. [He sighs, and then smiles around it]

I could give you a list of reasons, but really, the shithead is just good at pissing me off.

[Which makes it kinda funny then, that hating Zoro is almost the same as liking him.]

[Pfft. Oh, Sanji, that's...just what you would say, wouldn't you? Miyabi giggles, a few memories of those two going at it like two wild animals trickling to the forefront of her mind. Honestly, those two...friends, yet they fight like it was their job. She shakes her head, still with a smile, then glances off to the side.]

You know...people say the more you fight with someone, the more you really like them.

[This is not in any way related to her and Issun, nope. Not at all.]

I'd say in this case, we make the exception. [Oh, they're friends, but there is also no love lost between them. It's a shitty delicate procedure only they could pull off, and he almost takes pride in the dysfunctional nature]

Shithead has his moments, but uh... [He waves it off, not sure how he should feel about discussing the guy. Especially when he's not here.

... Not that Sanji misses him. B|]

[Ahaha, big bro is so funny when he's all fussy. |D Miyabi giggles and gives Sanji another hug, still so...so baffled that he's really here again. It had only been one month, and she was only just coming to terms with his disappearance, yet...here he was. Back in Luceti. There were mixed feelings, yes, but Miyabi couldn't deny the joy she felt when holding her beloved brother in her arms again.]

Mm...Sanji? [Another cuddles, and she ducks her head into his shoulder.] ...Do you mind if I stay with you tonight?

[She just doesn't want to be alone at the tree, and to make sure you're really there in the morning.]

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... Before I say yes--

[He grins faintly] I've got a request, first.

Eh? What would you want from me?

[She doesn't really have much Sanji would want, unless he took up painting recently or something.]

[No, it's more simplistic than that.]

You were the one playing that song I heard, right? [Or so he guesses; there's no one else in the area]

Mind playing it for me again?

[Miyabi blinks, then smiles. It's a very warm, honest smile. That's right...Sanji's never heard her play anything but the two other songs she's learned in Luceti.]

Of course I can.

[And she does, eyes closed and back very straight. She only sways a few times, with the rhythm of the music. It was hard not to, with how this song flowed like air or water.]

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