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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.)]
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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Look at that. [Leaning casually back in his seat, and sipping the last of his beverage] You do know how to stop.
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[... yeah, he's too buzzed to even really be annoyed at this point.]
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Hm. He'll mull over the possibility when a server comes by with another drink on hand]
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[Richard isn't even thinking too hard about whether he's tipsy or not and frankly doesn't care-- he feels more relaxed right now than he has in quite a while.]
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It is?
[And now it's Richard's turn to look a bit surprised.]
... yes, I suppose it is.
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Richard's surprise makes him smirk, then grin unabashedly]
See my point? [You two are a really weird pair]
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that's--
... that's not fair, he's too buzzed to think of a good comeback right away.]
It's true that we aren't much alike, but that may be why we get along. He isn't afraid to be blunt with me when it's necessary.
[Which it often is.]
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[So he went for the obvious jab, when Richard is probably more along the drunken trail than he is. He's a pirate; sue him.]
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[Yeah, it's definitely time for another drink. Enjoy your Honesty Hour with Richard, Sanji, because he only gets like this when he's drunk.]
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Hn. [He nurses another swallow] So long as you shitheads are both happy, I guess.
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Does this mean we have your blessing?
[... or maybe he'll just beat Sanji to the joke.]
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[He will deny this conversation in the morning.]
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[As will he.]
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Well, maybe you can just have two.
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[He could definitely get behind this plan. That way everyone will be happy! Right?]
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[Trust him, friend, he will make your wedding cakes fabulous]
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... Even hypothetical ones that are not going to happen]
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[He's very carefully not going to mention that he was joking about this very same subject with Isamu himself not that long ago.]