[By early afternoon, Sanji already knows that it's dangerous to walk outside. His memories are shooting out left and right the moment he makes eye contact with anyone; even being in the kitchen is a precarious affair.
But a cook still needs to cook, and people still need to get fed. He makes the choice to be available during certain hours, no matter how he does his best to avoid looking anyone in the face.
A pity it's proximity he needs to worry about, not just eye-contact. When Phoenix comes sliding into the kitchen, the scenery immediately reverts to a memory of a kid with his mother.
The real Sanji just watches it quietly, not even sad, but distantly bemused]
[ he has come here to make himself a chicken sandwich.. frankly he has kind of resigned himself to memshare since he absolutely couldn't avoid it in the mansion, so he doesn't mind running into people. ]
[ lo and behold what should he encounter but a memory ]
Heh... this one time, I can't count this shit as a bad thing, I guess.
[Lord though, he gives his neck an awkward rub, staring at the ceiling instead of Phoenix. That was not the worst memory he could have shared but still. He can tell it's gonna be one of the more personal ones]
Well, uh. Don't commit it to memory or anything. It's not like I've thought of that shit in forever.
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But a cook still needs to cook, and people still need to get fed. He makes the choice to be available during certain hours, no matter how he does his best to avoid looking anyone in the face.
A pity it's proximity he needs to worry about, not just eye-contact. When Phoenix comes sliding into the kitchen, the scenery immediately reverts to a memory of a kid with his mother.
The real Sanji just watches it quietly, not even sad, but distantly bemused]
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[ lo and behold what should he encounter but a memory ]
[ he goes quiet for a bit, before speaking ]
Sorry for your loss.
[ why are there so many tragic orphans here ]
Is that where you got your passion from?
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[Voice still rather curious even as the memory fades. He folds his arms, head tilted.]
S'weird. I didn't think I'd remember what she looked like. Pretty sure I was only five or six when she passed.
[Which... might explain some of why Sanji isn't all fire and brimstone as usual. A memory this faded is more a gift than a curse.]
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[ sometimes it just takes murder camps to draw it out. ]
Then again, there's some kind of magic involved with these, so I couldn't tell you how any of it works.
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[Lord though, he gives his neck an awkward rub, staring at the ceiling instead of Phoenix. That was not the worst memory he could have shared but still. He can tell it's gonna be one of the more personal ones]
Well, uh. Don't commit it to memory or anything. It's not like I've thought of that shit in forever.
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Small blessings, I suppose.
[ these conversations always get so personal.... phoenix isn't sure whether to leave it alone or keeping talking about it. ]
You were a pretty cute kid, though. And I think she'd be really happy with the kinds of meals you're making..... even for old bums like me.