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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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[Ah shit, who is this? He spends half a second staring blankly before chancing a reply - Mr. Sanji-chan...?]

Yeah, it's me. [a bit of a smile... and then, after a pause]

I swear you've gotten more beautiful, Milly-chan~!

Eh? How can you tell what I look like when I'm just talking to you, Mr. Sanji-chan?

Oh never mind, everybody's going to be so happy, you made everybody miss you terribly I hope you know!

[he nearly explains -- except then she derails him with GUILT, and all he can manage is looking sheepish]

Oh, did I? Sorry about that. I didn't get much of a choice either way.

I know that silly, it's not your fault at all. It's those horrible Malnosso people, taking people and doing what they want without even a single thought to the feelings of anybody else. It's just downright awful, that's what it is.

Are you alright? Do you need anybody to come and help you?

[For that, she gets a sunny smile, or something close to it.]

Nah, I'm all moved in again. It helps having people to come back to, yeah?

Of yes, of course! It helps an awful lot if you know you've got smiling faces and a big comfy bed waiting for you. And a nice kitchen I suppose, if you're a chef like you, Mr. Sanji-chan.

Of course, of course~! A kitchen to make all my favorite ladies whatever they desire~! [Definitely hasn't changed, this one]

Even pudding?

Especially pudding.

And... maybe a three tier sponge cake with white chocolate buttercream frosting?

Even better!

I'll have it ready for Milly-chan, whenever she wishes~!

You're the best, Mr. Sanji-chan! I have to get you a welcome home present, what would you like the most? Saucepans?

Oi oi, it's not like you need to get me anything~ Milly-chan's existence in my life is enough!

Oh dear, Mr. Sanji-chan, you can't go saying things like that. I'm even more spoken for than I was when you were last here.

Are you sure you don't want saucepans?