concasse | 004↠ Action

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yeah i'm a terrible mun

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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[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|]

Oi, oi, there's no reason to call anyone stupid!

[Huh?]

You need to throw up or somethin'?

[Don't take it too personally Kotetsu but Sanji is going to push you the fuck out of the way so yes, he can throw up.

He also prays the alcohol will wipe his memory later.]

[....

Ewwwww. He'll refrain from sighing, but holy mackerel why do drunk people throw up every time he's around to help?

...

Pats... your back... gently... :I

Just let let it all out, man, you'll feel better later for it.]

[... And when he's done?

He stands, turns around, and unceremoniously kicks Kotetsu in the chest. Not very hard, mind, and weakened further by his eventful evening, but--]

Oi, I said don't touch me. [He likes you, honestly. This is just how he shows it]

[HURK.

My turn to crouch down now. :'|

At least he's not vomiting like SOME PEOPLE DO.]

You're abusive!!

I'll make sure to write you a formal apology whenever I give a shit.

[Walking a little straighter now - he still feels like ass, but at least his stomach is resigned to silence. He taps Kotetsu with the toe of his shoe (a move which nearly sends him toppling - what is balance?)]

Hurry it up. Aren't you supposed to be escorting me home?

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