OGATA

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W0 || Sunday

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[Well. He did already announce he was going to steal a knife.

Or at least go down trying. Of course there's no need to "steal" when he's busy scoping out the capabilities of the camp's kitchen, bowls set on the counters and some of the stoves heating up, but that sure is a knife he is casually throwing up and down, always caught by the handle after it wheels in the air.

And he has the same line for anyone who approaches him, even with his back turned towards the entrance:]

I will beat the shit outta you if you think you're stealing another knife, but if you're just hungry, go sit down somewhere. I'll make you something in a sec.

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[Freezing up, eyes going wide for a second. What does he mean "another"???? How does he know!!! Surely he didn't see- No, no, surely he just means how all the knives on the bus got swiped. Calm down, Ogata. He takes a moment to run a hand over his hair.]

What are you, the camp chef now?
[All he knows Sanji as is the guy who thinks a tiger is a valid choice of pet.]

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[-- Right speaking of tigers.

There's... gonna be a literal cub prancing about on uneven paws, still very young but greeting Ogata with a loud, bossy chuff before scampering over to Sanji]

Yeah, I am.

[Catching the knife and glancing over his shoulder. Ah. That bastard.]

So whaddya want?

[snyaiper]

[HECK. Ogata startles at the noises, his hand instinctively rising to the strap of the rifle now slung over his shoulder, but he doesn't actually pull it off. Just glowers at the animal.]

Is it really sanitary for you to have a wild animal in the kitchen?
[Is he saying this just because he's sour at being caught off guard? Maybe.]

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I guarantee she's cleaner than a bunch of shitheads who were stuck on a bus for over a day.

[Spoken without missing a beat, though his eyes narrow in on that rifle. The fact that it stays on Ogata's shoulders is the only reason the chef keeps his mouth shut for now.

... And naturally, baby tiger does not give a damn about any of the proceedings. She doesn't even know what a gun entails. All she cares about is that "mom" is in front of a stove and that usually means food, and pats at his pant leg for attention.]

So are you eating or not?

W1 || TRIAL DAY

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[Whenever Ogata gets led away to the isolation cabin, Sanji will enter about an hour later, and stands there regarding the other with a neutral expression]

... I make a habit of offering up last meals, so you hungry?

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[Ah, perks up. When he speaks, it's barely audible, like he's whispering;]

Anglerfish hot pot.
[What sort of insane request is this.]

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[... His brows shoot up a bit]

Done.

[Apparently it's not so insane that Sanji will deny it. Does he even know how to make it? Well, either he can, or he's confident enough to take a stab based off the knowledge he already has]

Huh... that's one hell of a comfort food.

[snyaiper]

[He runs a hand over his hair.]

When my mother was alive, she'd cook it all the time. I suppose I'm still attached to it.

W5 || Tuesday

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[... This is the type of view you'd only get in the graveyard, Sanji guesses--

Ogata, bandaged and sutured and not bothering anyone as he assembles what Sanji can only assume to be some toy? Or a bunch of toys. Tiny little connecting pieces that build into a bigger vision. It actually looks like a good time.

... But to invite himself would mean he'd have to give away his hiding place from on top of the shelf when half the fun of this bullshit is just seeing how long it takes for Ogata to notice him.

Listen, fair is fair. Ogata got him two days ago, so now it's the chef's turn]

[snyaiper]

[He found this stuff yesterday, when he was idling around the toy section, still not fully committed to leaving his weird little hidey hole. It took him a bit to figure out what it was and how it worked.... but even if it's a childrens toy, it feels like something constructive. And he's felt like he's been simply spinning his wheels for weeks now. So the simple appeal of building something and following clear instructions.. it's appealing to him.

He doesn't even remember to constantly check his surroundings, for a while, he's that absorbed in this little task. In the magic of legos. Sanji can probably sit there and watch him for a good ten or fifteen minutes. It's only when he sits up for a moment, leaning back to take a breather, that he happens to look up. And see that he's nt alone. You know those videos where cats get startled by a cucumber? It's that level of startle response, with Ogata scrambling to his feet only to wince in pain and grab his stomach at the sudden movement.]

What are you doing!?
[He's so offended to be snuck up on!!!]

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-- Would you not hurt yourself?

[Sanji's just as bloody as Ogata, with bandages that are fast in need of replacing, but he still has the nerve to look exasperated with the reaction]

And I'm taking a break from cooking.

[snyaiper]

[Ogata frowns. Yeah, who are you to talk!!!]

It wasn't on purpose. Why does your break entail spying on me?
[LIKE WHAT ELSE COULD YOU CALL THIS.]

W5 || WEDNESDAY

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[Goddamn Sanji wonders why he bothers. It's not as if they're exactly lacking in options to visit the living. Ogata can keep his stupid item and piss all over it if he wants.

-- But no. It just comes down to pragmatics on his part. Sanji hates waste of this kind, and especially in a game where even one factor can change the tides... No, but sorry. Ogata doesn't get to be greedy.

So this sure is a fuckin pirate chasing down a gay cat through a Costco knock-off]

Y'know, I'd leave you alone if you just admitted shitty defeat and gave me what I wanted!!

[snyaiper]

[unfortunately for Ogata he is both badly injured and short so this really isn't a feat he can accomplish even with Sanji giving such a low effort chase.

He tries to evade by scampering up a shelf, but the effort needed to do so in his condition means he gets about halfway up before he has to knock a bunch of cereal boxes onto the floor so that he can just sit on the shelf and catch his breath. But by that point, Sanji has caught up to him.]

Aren't you an adult? You don't get things just because you want them. That's not how life works.
[He's sneering which is bold of him given his foot is definitely dangling down within Sanji's grabbing distance.]

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You're right.

[A moment of silence for Ogata's foot because it is indeed within grabbing distance.

So Sanji grabs it]

You get things by taking them, usually.

[And though he doesn't pull, and frankly has a couple of injuries to his name as well, Sanji's lived and breathed intense battles most of his life. His hand ain't going anywhere]

So if you're really not gonna use that shit, I will be taking it.

[snyaiper]

[Given the welcome Sanji gave him a few days ago, Ogata fully believes he WILL pull, and normally he WOULDN'T CARE but he is for once not keen to seek more physical punishment because he has been living with the low-level ache of his terrible wounds for several days now. So he actually looks nervous.]

... I didn't say I wasn't going to use it. Let go of me.
[Says the guy who said he hates everybody.]

w6, post-doxxing

[snyaiper]

[Boy! Everyone sure seems upset!!! Ogata at least gives people a grace period of an hour or so, before he starts wandering around looking for people to bother. Especially the ones who stormed off fairly quickly like Sanji.

He doesn't know what was up with that!!! But he's curious. A curious cat. Or lynx, if you will. He's not terribly surprised when he comes across Sanji in the food court.]

You certainly ran off in a hurry.
[Hi I'm here to annoy you probably.]

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[Sanji, perhaps unsurprisingly, has the features of a tiger -- ears twitching in Ogata's direction before his tail curls behind him.

His expression is neutral.

... But then again, when has that ever stopped Sanji from going from 0 to 100 in a hurry]

Ask your questions if you got 'em, or otherwise don't waste my shitty time.

[snyaiper]

[Ogata smoothes his hair back, ears twitching as the strands of his hair brush past them.]

Perhaps I was simply concerned for your emotional state.
[How did he say that with a straight face?]

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--

You have five seconds before I walk away.

[Bruh. He's so tired of lies.]

W6 || AFTER "TRIAL"

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[He's in the kitchen, sitting at the table, with his head just flopped against the surface.

... This is probably how half of their pcs have started but listen. Sanji is tired and out of shits to give. Even seeing Ogata out of the corner of his eye doesn't elicit anything more than a grunt of acknowledgement.]

[snyaiper]

[Sometimes your cr is just a cat coming to bother you in the kitchen.]

... You seem tired.
[So does Ogata, actually. He’ll sit down a bit of a distance away.]

One way or another, we’ve already done all we can, I think.

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I want a bath and to never see half of you shits again.

[Not necessarily in that order, either, though he glances at Ogata in good humor? Listen, he's not drunk anymore so it's back to business as usual]

I agree with you there. Now to see if we get murdered in cold blood tomorrow.

[...]

Or maybe forced to entertain that thing for an eternity. They could probably make it happen if they wanted.

[snyaiper]

Only half?
[Because honestly fuck most of you.]

If it tries to pull the latter I think I’d rather let Lionett kill me a second time. I’m not interested in being someone’s plaything again.