week 7 | saturday

[concasse]

[What a surprise. Sanji is in the kitchen sitting on a counter, a drink of wine in his hands. He doesn't take a sip yet -- just tickles his nails on the glass and hums the song that Ion played for him in the music room.

There's a very tired smile on his face, but all things considered? Yeah... he thinks this is a good ending for them.]

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[concasse]

... Yeah, it did.

[Because Ion taught it to him, and then died, and for a while that was all Sanji had to sooth his soul.

But those are dark thoughts the other doesn't need to be reminded of. With a grin, Sanji reaches over and ruffles the boy's hair in unabashed affection]

Thanks for teaching it to me.