ANAIDO

[concasse]

will shitpost here later

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[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]

[wowcool]

Yes! I just woke up with it this morning.

[He actually looks a little exhausted, if you take a closer look at him.]

[concasse]

-- Hold it.

[As in, now Sanji is going to stand right in front of him to get a better look. That concern has blown over into irritation]

This morning? Did some shit use their power on you?

[wowcool]

Power?

[Now he's just entirely confused - and he glances to the side like he's a bit impatient. They can't stop here! They need to play!!! Even though he's been playin for the entire day at this point.]

I don't know? I mean, I was in the sports court...and I woke up and my head was filled with these urges. I just felt like I needed to play some games with people...

[concasse]

... And what -- no matter how much you play, it's not enough?

[Also impatient, though it's perhaps for different reasons. Regardless, he will step aside again and let the other continue leading them to the courts.]

[wowcool]

How did you know...?

[He looks a little concerned...but now that his path is clear again, he's walking to the sports courts without even a pause.]

[concasse]

A hunch.

[Brushing off the question for now. He's not trying to be dismissive, but his thoughts are clearly elsewhere]

You're not the only person affected by this bullshit, I mean. I just can't figure out if it's someone's power, or a weird-ass quirk of this camp.

[wowcool]

[Now that gets him to stop for a brief second, eyebrows furrowing together in an uncharacteristically serious look.]

Who else is affected?

[concasse]

[... Hm. He considers that look, clearly weighing the pros and cons of telling the truth...

Ah, well. If there's a trial, the truth will be coming out then. Sanji has no reason to bullshit around]

I'm one of 'em.

[wowcool]

You?

[He's shocked for a moment, blinking, and then stares at Sanji with some level of concern.]

Are you okay?

[concasse]

Of course I'm fine! I'd be kicking someone's ass if I wasn't!

[yeah he's definitely fine, look at how much he's yelling

...


though that yelling also causes him to flinch with discomfort, like he strained something. gg, Sanji]

[wowcool]

...

[He sees, now.]

It causes you pain when you yell, huh.

[concasse]

[OH NO

Sanji





hm]

No, nothing like that.

[SIGH. He feels as if he misled this poor bastard, and it's what compels him to speak the truth.]

I just got cut up, so yelling aggravates the cuts.

[wowcool]

Cut up?!

[WHAT]

[WHAT...]

[He's stares up and down Sanji, flummoxed.]

Where?

[concasse]

Oi now, don't tell me you're actually worried, are ya?

[HE DOESN'T ANSWER YET because this is too good of an opportunity to pass up]

[wowcool]

Why? Should I not be?

[CUTTING UP SOUNDS LIKE A BIG DEAL????]

Besides, if you're wounded, shouldn't you get treated for it?

[concasse]

I mean, I'm just some random bastard you know.

[Sir, you could stand to be a little meaner]

Besides, I'm already bandaged up.

[thumping lightly at his chest]

[wowcool]

And?

[He doesn't get it.]

Bandaged? By who?

[concasse]

-- Do I gotta train you how not to be a bleeding heart?

[Pot meet kettle]

One of my cabin mates... y'know, after they chewed me out for worrying them.

[wowcool]

Do you think I'm a bleeding heart?

[He sounds a bit amused, somehow.]

Were you in the cabin when it happened?

[concasse]

I mean, you've got the makings of one.

[Maybe he's wrong though? Hm. Glancing at him with renewed curiosity.]

No, it happened in the kitchen. Got stuck there last night.

[wowcool]

That so? Ah, that's nice.

[Anaido, do you not know about yourself enough to know if you're a bleeding heart or not...]

...Uh. Did the kitchen attack you?

[concasse]

No.

... I shoved a bunch of knives in my shirt so no one else could get to them.

[wowcool]

...

[okay he's judging a little]

That's not a smart way to carry knives, chef.