And for a moment just stands there quiet, considers how her smaller frame seems much more fragile when she is being silent. It bothers him, and so he eventually crouches down with his arms folded over his knees, picking carefully through his words before he voices them]
-- I get if you wanna be alone, but... if you want a distraction, come meet me in the kitchen later. No pressure, of course.
[... He'll leave it at that, get back to his feet, and then wander off without waiting for her answer]
it sits with her a while, and it probably takes a long, long time for her to come to any sort of conclusion.
but a few hours later, if sanji is still in the kitchen, she will wander in. her eyes are obviously red-rimmed and her face looks warm, but she will cross her arms. she tries to muster any of her usual effortless certainty and comes up with maybe about 2% of it.]
[He answers promptly, and with none of the flirtatious overtones that usually cloud his voice. The ingredients are already spread out on the counter, from the flour to the bean paste to the sugar]
I'm making shit for tomorrow, so I'll need an extra pair of hands.
[ . . . she supposes that she can accept that. she frowns a little bit then, and returns back to working without judging him. though as they continue, sanji might notice that lili's face might look a bit flushed
[ . . . she looks down at her own work, hands still briefly]
... I knew he was going to the Mess Hall. He was taking too long to come back, so I got irritated enough that we left to go search for him. The doors locked, he wasn't in his cabin, and we ended up encountering others. As we were about to leave to go search for him...
Tsurumaru was to stay the night with Ookurikara and I - but the cabin was crowded. When I left to go find him, Flayn and Dimitri wanted to come along with the two of us. But after we had trouble searching... we ran into Taako and Magnus by the bonfire.
[she doesn't mind the need for names, she doesn't plan on hiding anything]
[He notes every name, ticks them off in his head, and then continues kneading the dough in a moment of silence. Only once he's done ruminating in his thoughts does he speak up again]
And the footprints you saw -- you think it had anything to do with what happened?
[... Another beat of silence. He begins covering the strawberries pieces in bean paste and dough, gently closing all of them]
Neh, Lili ... back where you came from, why did people commit the murders?
[There's no soft way to bring up such a subject, so he doesn't bother. It's a disservice to them both; they survived this long. Stands to reason they won't bow to despair now]
.... corruption. When darkness fell on Thursday nights, someone would become corrupt. They wouldn't harm anyone they wouldn't normally - but they'd be driven to kill others instead.
If there is a way to cleanse or purify them - I'll allow it.
But if someone did this only because they wanted to... they can't be allowed to hurt anyone else.
[ . . . his first mutter makes her still - does she? - and it extends into the rest of what he's saying before she sighs.]
... and then we're going to bring them all back.
Whoever we lose, I'm not leaving this place until every last one of them is revived. No matter what.
[lili isn't against taking a life permanently, she really isn't - but it's the idea of whether or not that's truly fair to do to someone who was brought here to this situation same as them]
[he speaks simply -- it's not grand declaration, no theatrics. He just agrees as if that had been the plan all along, like it's been done before and will be done again.]
Shit'll probably be similar to what we experienced: a bunch of people die, get collected, have to do some shit on the other side to help the living, and then we conspire a way to bring them back.
[He glances down at her, and his gaze, while gentle as always, is equally steel. Unbending.]
I get what I want. It's no different here. So all I need to do is find the solution to make that wish come true.
[So he won't be frustrated -- not yet. Not where anyone can see him. Because it's his happy ending on the line, and nothing will get in his way. Being calm is a reflection of the reality he wants to see realized.]
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And for a moment just stands there quiet, considers how her smaller frame seems much more fragile when she is being silent. It bothers him, and so he eventually crouches down with his arms folded over his knees, picking carefully through his words before he voices them]
-- I get if you wanna be alone, but... if you want a distraction, come meet me in the kitchen later. No pressure, of course.
[... He'll leave it at that, get back to his feet, and then wander off without waiting for her answer]
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it sits with her a while, and it probably takes a long, long time for her to come to any sort of conclusion.
but a few hours later, if sanji is still in the kitchen, she will wander in. her eyes are obviously red-rimmed and her face looks warm, but she will cross her arms. she tries to muster any of her usual effortless certainty and comes up with maybe about 2% of it.]
... and today's menu is?
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[He answers promptly, and with none of the flirtatious overtones that usually cloud his voice. The ingredients are already spread out on the counter, from the flour to the bean paste to the sugar]
I'm making shit for tomorrow, so I'll need an extra pair of hands.
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... the tallest one. Tonbokiri.
He loves daifuku. Set aside a plate for him.
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Oi now, why do you think this is the first thing I decided to make?
[Maybe it's to appease a tall cinnamon bun? Who knows.
Though as they begin, Sanji's movements are a little sluggish and ginger. He doesn't bother hiding the fact, either.]
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I made him some on Monday and he already wants more? All of them are so greedy. How gluttonous.
[she complains first, even as she moves to join him -
and then pauses as she watches him]
... What happened to you? Be honest.
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[It's a testament to Tonbo's power that even Sanji can't give the man too much grief. Stupid gentle giants...]
And I got cut in a billion shitty places when I shoved all of the kitchen knives into my shirt.
[Well. Yeah.]
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Are you honestly admitting that you're an idiot?
[though she sounds
more tired than anything else]
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[IS HE POUTING? slightly. Though it's all done with an apolegetic bow of his head, because yeah.
He is absolutely an idiot]
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she doesn't seem to acknowledge it]
... were you alone here?
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Even though his eyes narrow briefly in thought]
No. There was one other person.
[A pause, and then, knowing that it will come out sooner or later:]
She mentioned that you saw some shit -- smudged footprints, to be exact.
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Her.
[a beat, and then she'll pause]
If you were in here - did you hear anything last night? Sounds of metal? Steel? Other conflict?
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Not a damned thing. We were up long enough to barricade the door before we got knocked out by sleep.
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... I knew he was going to the Mess Hall. He was taking too long to come back, so I got irritated enough that we left to go search for him. The doors locked, he wasn't in his cabin, and we ended up encountering others. As we were about to leave to go search for him...
We were also rendered unconscious.
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[A pause, and then-- no, the question is too vague. Sanji keeps his voice neutral, even sympathetic, but. He wants names]
And who was with you?
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Tsurumaru was to stay the night with Ookurikara and I - but the cabin was crowded. When I left to go find him, Flayn and Dimitri wanted to come along with the two of us. But after we had trouble searching... we ran into Taako and Magnus by the bonfire.
[she doesn't mind the need for names, she doesn't plan on hiding anything]
We were all going to search for him.
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And the footprints you saw -- you think it had anything to do with what happened?
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So that print provides a clue to what happened - and I intend to find out the full extent of it, so I know exactly what his killer deserves.
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Neh, Lili ... back where you came from, why did people commit the murders?
[There's no soft way to bring up such a subject, so he doesn't bother. It's a disservice to them both; they survived this long. Stands to reason they won't bow to despair now]
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.... corruption. When darkness fell on Thursday nights, someone would become corrupt. They wouldn't harm anyone they wouldn't normally - but they'd be driven to kill others instead.
If there is a way to cleanse or purify them - I'll allow it.
But if someone did this only because they wanted to... they can't be allowed to hurt anyone else.
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[Muttering it almost to himself more than her, though he quickly rouses out of his thoughts with a sad little smile]
But I agree. No point in letting willing killers walk among us. If it's like the places we came from... this won't be the first death.
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... and then we're going to bring them all back.
Whoever we lose, I'm not leaving this place until every last one of them is revived. No matter what.
[lili isn't against taking a life permanently, she really isn't - but it's the idea of whether or not that's truly fair to do to someone who was brought here to this situation same as them]
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[he speaks simply -- it's not grand declaration, no theatrics. He just agrees as if that had been the plan all along, like it's been done before and will be done again.]
Shit'll probably be similar to what we experienced: a bunch of people die, get collected, have to do some shit on the other side to help the living, and then we conspire a way to bring them back.
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Don't -
... Even if you are right, sound more frustrated about it.
[she hates just hearing it said so simply, so easily, as if it's not the greatest insult to humanity she's ever heard]
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[He glances down at her, and his gaze, while gentle as always, is equally steel. Unbending.]
I get what I want. It's no different here. So all I need to do is find the solution to make that wish come true.
[So he won't be frustrated -- not yet. Not where anyone can see him. Because it's his happy ending on the line, and nothing will get in his way. Being calm is a reflection of the reality he wants to see realized.]
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