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004↠ Action

[Sanji's at the bar ~~probably with the rest of the village~~, holed up in a corner for a decidedly good portion of the evening/night, well after this mess. Catch him when he's depressingly sober, moderately drunk and pissed, or in the middle of destroying what's left of his kidneys.

He'll get home eventually. Somehow.]

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[... Huh. Whelp, he should have figured this wouldn't be a smooth walk home. If he starts further toward the outside forest, he'll have to stop him--and then offer a bullshit reason why he's out there at the same time, probably. Which honestly... he doesn't mind, as long as Sanji gets home instead of the mountains.

Sigh.

Following lazily like a stealthy stealth guy.]

[Mountains would suck a lot, especially in this weather. Briefly, Sanji considers Sky Walk as an option; sure, he's not at his cognitive best, but so long as he can see the village he's shooting for...

But to do that, he'd have to jump up past the trees, keep himself afloat without passing out or running into something, be it a shitty bird or whatever else might get in his way... shit, just thinking about it gives him a headache, makes his stomach clench painfully, and he stops again to rest on the forest floor.

One minute, and then he'll get back on his feet.]

[... Sigh. Drunk people are slowpokes. :C

He starts toward the direction, and winces quietly when a branch snaps under his foot. WHELP. He hopes you're too drunk to notice this sort of thing. :|;;]

[Fat chance of that]

OI. [Despite the pain it causes his throbbing skull, Sanji swings his head in the direction of the snap, already climbing to his feet. He might be unsteady, but much like in the bar, that doesn't seem to put a damper on his speed.

What do, Kotetsu? Flee? Confront? Make up your mind quickly.]

Wait, wait! [He puts his hands up, surrendering right off the bat. Sanji is a scary fella' sometimes, okay? Best just give up in his grumpy presence.] It's just me!

I, uh, was worried about you...

[At least it's the truth, right?]

[... Kotetsu.

Of course. And oh, how badly he wants to kick his ass for following him when he made it damn clear he didn't want anyone tracking him, except hearing those words out of his mouth makes his stomach churn bitterly, as if he's lost the battle without getting a chance to land a hit--]

[And then, quite abruptly, Sanji's frame goes still as night.]

... How far did you follow me? From the bar? This entire time?

[Even Kotetsu gets tired, enough to give up trying to dance around any of his own words. He sighs, putting his hands up in a 'well this is this, man' motion.] You weren't walking toward your house. I didn't want ya' getting yourself into trouble.

...

Fine. Point me in the right direction and I'll get back myself.

[... my god, you really didn't even know

He points.]

Th-that way.

[There's a grunt that's meant to be a sign of thanks (maybe). Sanji turns and rights himself, stealing a deep breath before he presses onward, though five steps in he glances over his shoulder.

The expression he wears isn't friendly]

How much did you see?

[He shakes his head, looking down. He's more sad about getting caught than tailing Sanji, not even gonna lie.]

I didn't watch you, if you're worried about that. Just sat and listened for anyone walking off.

[Kotetsu gets lucky; that's about the answer Sanji wanted to hear, so he doesn't pick a fight.]

You're as annoying as you were as a tiger. [He says, and then starts walking again]

[A quiet breath, and he smiles a little.]

I guess they didn't change much about me when they turned me, huh?

Still butting your shitty nose into everyone's business. [It's hard sounding scornful when you're trying not to slur your words. He doesn't get far before he leans against another tree]

... You're not gonna leave, are you?

Does everything have to be shitty with you?

[Siiigh.]

Not until you get in your house and rest. Gotta' make sure you're safe and sound.

If you don't like it, get lost.

[This is as close as Sanji will come to admitting he doesn't care if you follow him anymore.]

[Well... that's an expected reply, actually. Much better.

But still. Dat staggering.]

Need an arm?

Touch me and I'll kill you.

[Blah. He walks with his hands in his pockets, listening to the threat. But even so.]

You'd never kill me. I'm too charming!

You're as charming as that stupid shithead I call a nakama. [Which is a weird insult and an even weirder compliment, if you squint hard enough. Ugh, too much thinking. He's going to lean on another tree again because the world is spinning and making his stomach lurch]

[Whoop, don't mind me, just sliiiiding over and slipping under Sanji's arm.] You can't even walk a straight line; hit me all you want when we get there, but just lemme help you out, huh? It's my job, after all.

[Uuuuuugh] Let go.

What, you can do it, but I can't?

Seems a little unfair.

[NOT LETTING GOOO]

No, you stupid-- [bowling over a little]

Let go already! [So he can be sick in peace. B|]

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