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week 6 | sunday, post-execution
[Sanji plans on exercising his rights as an adult all night long with two bottles of wine and maybe a pillow to cry into, so! His only reason for being in the kitchen today is gathering up the supplies. As has been a little obvious since Saturday, company is something he's going out of his way to avoid for long stretches.
... But it's in the kitchen that his single mindedness betrays him a little, and his eyes wander for the cabinets. Recalling cooking lessons that only recently got off the ground. He stares until the lump in his throat needs to be swallowed back]
Tch.
[He returns to the alcohol, wrapping the bottles in his cloak to carry, a bitter frown carved into his expression.
He'll come back, will he?
What a joke.]
... But it's in the kitchen that his single mindedness betrays him a little, and his eyes wander for the cabinets. Recalling cooking lessons that only recently got off the ground. He stares until the lump in his throat needs to be swallowed back]
Tch.
[He returns to the alcohol, wrapping the bottles in his cloak to carry, a bitter frown carved into his expression.
He'll come back, will he?
What a joke.]