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[concasse]

[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.]

Comments

[Action]

[concasse]

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?

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

[Tchhhhh. Back to dragging Sanji's arm over his shoulder when he manages to get to his feet.]

You're really something.

[Action]

[concasse]

I'll take that as a compliment. [Truth be told, he's too tired to make another bid for independence. If it means Kotetsu helping him some of the way, so be it. Sanji just wants to sleep now]

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

Good enough for me. [He smiles a little, shifting the weight just a little when Sanji stumbles.] Just don't make a habit of being really something too often, huh? How'm I supposed to explain foot-shaped bruises to people?

[Action]

[concasse]

Just say you ran into something. [Pause] Like a tree.

[Y E P. Kotetsu is free to guess how serious Sanji is.]

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

...

The infamous Sanji Tree, huh?

[Action]

[concasse]

Idiot, a regular tree.

If you say it, I bet everyone would buy it.

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

Nope! I'm telling every person I run into that Sanji the chef beats up his workers!

[Action]

[concasse]

... Workers, you say?

So that means you're officially employed by me now.

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

[S-sputter--]

Iiii mean--

Volunteer. Part time... volunteer.

[YEAH.]

[Action]

[concasse]

[Super Special Technique: Selective Hearing]

Part time? Alright.

I expect you in work tomorrow, volunteer.

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

[CRIES]

O-OI, isn't the point of volunteer for them to offer their services?

[Action]

[concasse]

You already did. That's about what everyone does in this shitty place.

[Action] 1/2

[wildkotetsu]

... That's true...

[Trapped like a rat. ಠ_ಠ]

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

[...grin |D]

Does this mean I can volunteer for cooking, too?

[Action]

[concasse]

The only thing I trust you to cook is fried rice -- with supervision.

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

... Really? You mean it?

[Forgive my incredulity, but. Yeah. You just said that. :U]

[Action]

[concasse]

... [Blink]

Did I say something weird?

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

[He just smiles happily and looks off toward their destination. It's like a dog who got a doggy treat, man.]

Maaa, nothing, Nothing~

[:') Friend Rice Master in no time...]

[Action]

[concasse]

[Sanji barely has the energy to look quizzical. Remind him to regret whatever he said later, when he's in a mind to remember it. Until then, just get him home. -_-]

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[wildkotetsu]

[When he finally gets to Sanji's, he looks worriedly at the other.]

Your room is downstairs, right? I'd feel a lot better making sure there's nothin' for you to break your legs falling down.

[Action]

[concasse]

M'not about to trip over my own foo--feet.

Crew would kill me.






... And yeah, room's on the bottom. [His tone sharpens] You're not invited inside.

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

Well, I figured that much, with how grumpy you are half the time.

[Hmph. Pardon him while he lets you go. You're good now, right?]

[Action]

[concasse]

["Good" being a relative word, yes. Sanji stumbles without falling, until he can right himself and walk on his own.]

[Action]

[wildkotetsu]

[A pause, as he watches the other stumbling. He puts his hands in his pockets.]

... Oi, Sanji. I'll see you tomorrow at the kitchen.

[Another pause.]

Hang in there.