ANAIDO

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W0 || Saturday

[concasse]

[He's on a crowded bus with one bathroom and one kitchen, of course Sanji expects to see some sort of disaster when he pokes his head into the latter.

If someone stole the knives or ruined the stove, well. That'll be week 0's murder]

[wowcool]

[What henious things shall Sanji see? The fridge in shambles? The oven on fire? Anaido, standing over a body with a bloody knife?]

[No, he's just...holding one of those microwave ramen bowls? And it looks like he's just. About to eat it. It doesn't seem hot, there's no steam coming from it - hey, are those noodles hard? Did he even cook it at all? Why is he eating it like that??]

Ah, hello! [He beams.] How are you?

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-- The hell are you even doing?

[Why do people here either know how to cook or are complete disasters who clearly can't take care of themselves? Sanji stomps right inside the cramped space looking horrified]

That shit's not cooked yet!

[wowcool]

...Ah.

[He actually looks a bit ashamed, turning his gaze away.]

I know, I just... [He gestures at the microwave.] Got distracted. And I was hungry, so...

[Distracted??? Anaido EXPLAIN YOURSELF]

W0 DIEDAY

[wowcool]

[You know that thing where tennis players are bouncing a tennis ball on their rackets and not hitting it? Anaido is doing it. He is doing it badly, and the tennis ball drops, rolls and hits the side of Sanji's shoe. Anaido waves at him from where he's standing.]

Hey! [He actually...looks slightly sheepish?] You might be busy, but...do you want to play?

[concasse]

[... It's really that sheepishness that keeps Sanji from turning him down -- because he was going to, for his his own personal reasons.

But not if this asshole is gonna look at him like that]

Fine, count me in.

[wowcool]

Nice!

[Now he's grinning and happy again! Though still a little...awkward, somehow.]

I know it must sound strange, but it just feels like I have to. Let's go.

[TO THE SPORTS COURT]

[concasse]

-- The hell do you mean, you "have to"? Like a compulsion?

[That's actually a little alarming! But Sanji follows at a slightly slower pace, mouth pursed with concern]

w1 saturday

[wowcool]

[He wanders into the kitchen area, wiping at his forehead, when he stops, recognizing Sanji. Him and kitchens. It's almost like deja vu.]

...Here to prepare something nice again, chef?

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... No. I just wanted a drink.

[Some tea, in fact. No coffee. He doesn't want to be awake any longer than he has to be. That said, he'll gesture at the chair across from him.]

There's still some hot water in the pot if you want any.

[wowcool]

Oh, sure. Hot water sounds good.

[He probably dehydrated himself by playing SPORTS, but for now he'll just sit, clasping his hands.]

It's...hard to think of where we'll go from here. Everything has changed...

[concasse]

... The basics are still the same to me.

We kill until we figure out how to fix all of this shit, and then we bring back the dead and go home.

[His voice is... even. Flat, but unshakable. He takes another sip of his tea]

w1 tuesday

[wowcool]

[A nice, serene, quiet lake. It would be terrible if a brilliant detective just jumped out and scared you, huh, Sanji? WELL, THAT'S WHAT HE'S DOING OUT OF THIS BUSH, HELLO]

Hey! [He's finger-gunning, BOY HE'S FINGER-GUNNING.] What's up, chef?

[DON'T JUMP OUT LIKE THAT]

[concasse]

[YEAH FUCKER, MAYBE DON'T?!]

SHITHEAD I WILL DROWN YOU!

[Sanji doesn't have a fight or flight response. It's Fight or FIGHT HARDER, and he turns like he's gonna throw the poor guy into the water]

[wowcool]

Hahahaha!

[He surprisingly has good reflexes, and jumps back, just pointing to his own grinning face.]

Don't drown me yet, chef! It's just me!

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-- Tch! You say that like your face would be enough to save you.

[The number of times Sanji has probably thrown his own crewmates overboard...]

What the hell are you doing out here, anyway?

W1 || Friday

[concasse]

... Still wanna kick your ass, not gonna lie.

[that's the greeting Sanji begins with once everyone is settled and Anaido is allowed a moment to himself.]

Have you eaten, dumbass?

[wowcool]

Hahaha.

[He expects it, really. He's already cleaned up his head, by the looks of it, even though his coat is still a little blood-stained. The scar on his head is more visible, even under his bangs - a large indented split down the middle of his forehead, twisting over into his right eyebrow.]

[He smiles, and then shakes his head.]

Not yet, chef! Ah, am I going to get the honor of getting something from you?

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Oi now.

... Flattery will get you places.

[With zero shame, and suddenly smirking in the other's direction]

But I better, in case you go forgetting to eat.

w1 post trial saturday

[wowcool]

[Well, didn't that just go down like a lead balloon.]

[Anaido wanders through and around the cabins, as if he can somehow retrace the steps that they had discussed during trial. So much for the brilliant detective. Then again, it wasn't like his skills were for this kind of case, with powers and whatnot, but...]

[This is not something he's happy about.]

[He does manage a smile when he sees Sanji.]

Ah, chef. Out and about?

[concasse]

Needed a walk.

[And apparently Anaido does as well, Sanji assumes, with a nod of acknowledgement.]

... What are you doing out here?

[wowcool]

Ah, retracing steps. But it's worthless now.

[But did they miss something? Did they have everything at hand, and just came to the wrong conclusion?]

Can I walk with you?

W4 || Wednesday

[concasse]

[Sometimes a murder game is a LOT and you accidentally lose track of people, but hey, Sanji will nod at Anaido in the kitchen whenever he sees the other guy, though he... absolutely keeps his distance.

For reasons]

Yo, bastard.

[wowcool]

[He stares at him for a moment, a little surprised, before he offers his own reply.]

Hello...bastard?

[Said very awkwardly because he's not sure if he means it in a bad way or in a weird friendly way.]

[concasse]

[... He snorts up half of his tea. God.]

Oi, I didn't actually mean it like... y'know.

[god]

Anyway, uh. Kitchen's free if you're hungry. I'm just avoiding everyone.