ANAIDO

[concasse]

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[concasse]

[OH NO

Sanji





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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.

[concasse]

No shit, asshole!

The point was to keep them on me so no one else could get them!

[wowcool]

You could've made a bag or something? Not use your own body?

[concasse]

I thought some asshole was gonna try and kill me! Excuse me for not thinking smart under pressure!!

[Sanji you just admitted what you did was stupid, congrats]

[wowcool]

...

[And then he laughs, lightheartedly, as he reaches forward to pay Sanji on the shoulder (three times).]

It's okay. You did what you thought was best. But you have to think of yourself too, you know?

[concasse]

Oi, I think of myself plenty! It's not like I died!

[Just got cut up!!





He's normal, he swears!!]

[wowcool]

But you did get wounded.

[concasse]

Shithead, I get wounded every other week no matter where I go.

Trust me, I'm used to it.

[wowcool]

Well, a man is dead.

[Also, they're at the sports court now. He's reaching for a racket to give to Sanji.]

I don't think getting wounded should be part of your schedule anymore, in times like this.

[concasse]

... I mean, you're not wrong...

[Still looking disgruntled as he takes the racket and gives it a little twirl in his hands.]

Still don't regret keeping you bastards away from pointy shit. At least I know I'll never stab anyone.

[wowcool]

Where are the knives now? You're still not carrying them, are you?

[THAT'S A DANGEROUS WAY TO PLAY TENNIS]

[concasse]

I put them away.

[...]

Some of 'em.

[wowcool]

[A VERY FLAT LOOK.]

Sanji.

[concasse]

-- Alright, alright! I'm taking it out!

[Pulling two kitchen knives outta his shirt, leave him be!]