week 7 | friday, post investigation

[concasse]

[Well... there's not that many people left in the castle, is there? Eleven total, two bodies away from the nine they need.

Whatever happens tomorrow, Sanji suspects it will be the last trial.

Which means he needs to track down the ones who are left and make plans. Souji is first on his list, Sanji also bringing with him a warm bowl of soup out of habit. He'll knock on the door of the man's room]

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[concasse]

[Ain't that a mood, Souji. And Sanji can only shake his head, a sudden grin on his face, lightening his expression and loosening up the exhaustion that's been plaguing him for days.

He almost looks... happy]

We all did the best we could with the shit we got, right?

Let's be proud of that tomorrow.

We're going to win.

[sanguinairy]

[He's tired to the bone, but seeing the change in Sanji is enough to bring a little brightness to his own face again. To be proud that they did what they could with what they have...

Well. That's enough, isn't it? That's enough.]

...Mm, we'll see this through to its end.

[They're so close, so close. Just a few more steps. Just two more deaths. That's all.]

We should take breakfast together before the trial, you and I.

[One Last Hurrah before they mcfuckin die.]

[concasse]

Of course! I'll make whatever you want.

[His last act as a chef here, then. Sanji couldn't ask for a better customer.]

[sanguinairy]

Ah, you're really going to spoil me, you know?

[If only he could be a better customer and ask for something outside of like, soup or bread, but hey. It's the thought that counts, or something.]