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]

[HE SURE DOES KNOW WHERE EXACTLY TO FIND THIS PUNK... And even though he hesitates at the threshold, like he's worried about interrupting a personal moment, he'll move through the doors anyway.]

...It's a little like a small miracle, right?

[concasse]

[For Souji, Sanji does not mind being interrupted, and straightens with a wide smile]

Really is. Can't believe we pulled it off without a hitch.

[A soft laugh]

You ready to get back home?

[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.