week 7 | saturday

[concasse]

[If Souji doesn't know he can find Sanji in the kitchen by now, I don't know what to tell this man. Though ironically, he's not cooking! Instead he's made himself tea and is sitting on top of the counters like a heathen, just... gently smiling into the cup.]

Luffy, everyone... I didn't fuck up.

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[sanguinairy]

[Then over to the counter he'll mosey, so he can lean against it too. At least he won't sit up there like SOME PUNKS, but this is fine. They all deserve to sit wherever they want, okay.]

Mm, I'm ready. I think I'll go back and sleep for an entire year. [Funny, considering that had been the total sum of his life expectancy before he arrived here.]

What about you? You really deserve a rest, you know.