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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]

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.

[Action]

[concasse]

Tomorrow? [Having already forgotten twisting Kotetsu into his part-time employee, Sanji's curiosity makes him turn. The blank expression needs a while to melt.

Then he just looks... sad. Worn thin. Ashamed.

And very sorry you of all people got to see this.]

... Yeah. [Unlike other moments, the rawness doesn't vanish in an instant. It's still there when Sanji turns back for his house, and it will be there waiting for him every day, no matter how cleanly he hides it from here on out. He rests his hand on the cold knob before turning it open, one word muddled under his breath]

Tomorrow.