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[concasse]

[It's sunny. And hot. And perhaps not the best weather to take a nap in while you're unabashedly unconscious.

... Which is too bad, seeing as Sanji's passed out under a tree located at the village's edge - clothes dirty and ruffled, no doubt collecting more dirt as he rolls in his uncomfortable slumber, the crook of his arm covering his eyes.

Go on. Wake him up. Be a good Samaritan.



And hell, even if you don't, Sanji will eventually stumble upon you -- or into you, if that's your thing. Later in the day he'll be all over the village insisting he's fine, no he's not drunk so stop trying to escort him back to bed. B| He can walk it off.]





[ooc: MALLYNAP EFFECT. Touch him and your character will share a memory with Sanji. It can be a memory of his or a memory of your character's; just specify in the subject line what you prefer. |D Any memory is free game, and the scope of it is at our discretion, but keep in mind both characters will view it until the memory ends or they escape the "boundary". (Just imagine the memory as a bubble and if a character walks far enough for whatever reason, they pop it.) Also note they're still in Luceti - no teleporting anywhere. Just assume the characters are mostly slack-jawed and staring at a tree for the duration.

I also endorse all time-breaking. Tis but a flimsy wall in our way.]

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[wildkotetsu]

[A short, quiet laugh, as he musses the chef's hair.]

At least give me a hour before you kick me into things, naa?

[mythmaker]

Sanji...? Oh, goodness.

[She's going to hustle over. That...that didn't look pretty, even for him. She's going to offer him a hand, naturally, but that's still pretty confusing.]

Are you alright? That looked painful...

[ooc; sob I don't know if you want to see one of Azusa's memories! They're all so fluffy and light-hearted. But if Sanji wants to see Azusa perform, then we can do that?! I honestly have -no- preference, so if they share a memory...I'm good with anything.]

[wildkotetsu]

["Otou-saaan—!"

a glimpse of long brown hair in his peripheral]

[wildkotetsu]

[He looks over and sees a small Kaede running toward the memory of himself, tripping up every so often on the wild grass--and then his breathing catches in his throat as Tomoe walks by him.

Just. Right there. This close.

His hand's still hovering as he stares slack-jawed at the scene.

I remember this.

"Kaaaaede-chan, look at how cute your new shoes are~

Did mama pick those out??"

Hugs her with both arms tightly. Tomoe there, plopping down next to him.

"Well, something had to replace the ones you bought her last week..."

"Eh?! They weren't that bad-!"]

Ah...

[concasse]

[It's a selfish thought, but Sanji's first reaction is to be grateful for a distraction. He hears the voices and glances over, breath held deep and eyes thankfully still dry.

The little girl is his daughter, obviously. Even if Kotetsu had never shown him that picture at the orchard, his beaming, fatherly pride is enough indication. He chews briefly on the inside of his cheek before cracking a smile. Heh, as adorable as the guy insisted.

Then his smile turns wooden and uncertain at the sight of the lovely woman who's gotta be his...]

... Oi. [After the series of memories he's went through, Sanji's in no position to hold any of his emotions in check; his voice is not subtle in its concern] ... You wanna leave?

[wildkotetsu]

[After a beat, he slowly sits down in the grass, eyes still glued to the scene, and he swears his heart's going to pop because it's definitely not supposed to go that fast—

Aaaa. This. He smiles and leans on his knees, chin in his hands.]

No—this is okay.

[Watching her pull Kaede into her lap, smiling—paler than when he'd first met her, more fragile, but the strongest person he will ever know.

Goddammit, he misses you so much.

Can't hear every single word, but he makes out enough. Something about if work was tough today, something about a vacation, something about medical bills and resting and are you feeling better today?

"Better than ever!" she'd say, and he'd shamefully doubt her, but perhaps it was for the best to.

He looks up, pointing toward the sight.]

Oi, look at that—isn't that the cutest kid? She's a good kid.

[concasse]

[Heh, he should've expected that reaction. Sanji can't help but making a scoffing noise that comes out a laugh, either - still a little watery, but getting drier with every passing moment. Unlike Kotetsu, though, he isn't able to stare straight at the scene. Something about it sets a unspoken ache to his heart. He chooses to cant his head away and listen instead.]

Tch, I can't betray Xion, saying something like that! [He's a dad too, y'know. Still, he amends quickly with a grin] But I bet she is.



... [His eyes close] Your wife's beautiful.

[wildkotetsu]

And really smart! [Don't forget that!] I used to ask her for answers to tests since she was one of the really smart kids in class, but she'd never cave.

[Wags a finger.]

And she always complained about me and scolded me a lot about skipping class—and punched me in the stomach way too much!

[Why did she like me again?

"O-oi, I can fix my own hair!"

"That's what you think. It's a lion mane!"

"Lion doesn't go with my hero look..."]

[concasse]

There's a lot to complain about, dumbass. [Suddenly he feels even more justified in calling you that.]

[wildkotetsu]

[He crouches all close together to himself like a hermit crab to a shell and just pouts like a five-year-old.]

And you have a lot to complain about, too!

Like your bad beard!

action; asfjdlafkadfl. THAT IS ALL.

[consultsdetective]

[ Well, shit.

This is highly unexpected: it more than shows in Lestrade's expression as he follows the urging and looks to brace himself. Ship, then. A very legitimate ship full of very legitimate sailors and legitimate piracy... and legitimately impossible facial hair, but that's a very back-burner detail being noted.

(Approaching Sanji in the street in the middle of the day. Great idea, Greg, looks like that's working out about as well as the last time you tried it.

Christ, they've got to stop meeting like this.)

He lets his eyes wander a bit numbly for a few moments and doesn't bother asking how this happened (if he waited on a how half of anything happened to him anymore, he'd never leave his flat), instead putting his focus on the other people in the picture for the most part; because if they've noticed two blokes in suits suddenly popping in on their little pillage, they're damn good at keeping it to themselves. Not that he's about to try drawing any attention to the fact himself, quite frankly.

There's a quick look to Sanji when his grip tightens, and a frown- bad sign? The boy bursting out of the galley is confirmation enough of that, scrawny and yellow-haired and familiarly curly-eyebrowed and wielding a bloody pair of kitchen knives, and Lestrade promptly comes to the conclusion that he doesn't quite like where this is going. That would be around where he reflexively makes to step forward, actually, only to stop the movement halfway and turn to his latest traveling companion. Prepare to be hissed at, Sanji, as gentlemen do. ]

What is this? Do you know? [ Benefit of the doubt, innocent until proven guilty. He can always scrape up a bit to give, for all that forming his own conclusions is well underway. Can we do anything, do you know, is the bigger unspoken question. ]

[goldenglasses]

I don't know! I hope sooner than later. [Because there's something that he's pretty sure he's going to get kicked in the head for.

Although right now they're in the bar. Vash is doing a good job of getting his new pretty self drunk while he fights with kids.]

Come on memory! End already!

[gavemyword]

If that's what it takes. [Secretly, he'd risk grabbing Sanji again if it meant getting the chef home faster. The sooner he got him to Chopper, the better. But, for now...

Zoro stalks off, for once in the right direction. He walks slowly on purpose, silently hoping it would annoy Sanji enough into working through whatever it was he still had swirling around inside him. And if having the chef mad at him helped him forget what had just happened, well. That was just an added plus.]

[rashness]

[Rin stares at himself too. He tries to remember what he was thinking and feeling in that moment, but it's not coming to him. Shame, perhaps? It had a lot to do with shame that he put everyone in danger and that things got messed up so bad despite his best intentions. It was really for that reason that he angrily suffered the insults as long as he did and he hangs his head a bit now for that. At least he did for a while. He's going to lose his temper pretty soon in this memory. He actually waits for it now because it'll be better to see that than this first part.

...Arthur's clothes are still really stupid.]

[action] I hope this is okay? :'>

[sailedfirst]

[Hey, Sanji. You're about to witness a memory of your captain being noisy, hopelessly stupid and incredibly stubborn. Oh sure that's no different from the way he is right now, but there's a twist! He's tiny a seven-year old kid in it.

In other words, welcome to the day Sabo met Luffy.

...As soon as you bump into the kid, walking right around that corner, that is.]

HI let's do one of Green's memories maybe?

[cooltrainer]

[Green knows of drunkards, but he rarely sees it. What he does see more often are things like injuries (usually from Pokémon) or, on hot days like this, heat stroke or dehydration.

So that's about how he'll respond, initially.]

Do you need water?

[Action] ;; YES, THE BOY NEEDS HAPPY

[inkdrops]

[It takes a moment for Miyabi to reply, she's busy with wiping the happy tears from the corners of her eyes and wondering what this even is around them, but when she does speak, it's with the same gentle quietness that Sanji's voice had.]

Mm...it wasn't at the top of my thoughts, but I do remember this experiment sometimes. I don't think I'll ever forget it. [She never, ever, wants to forget it. She even still has the dress and tiara.] Eheh, I can't remember who won our little competition.

[asobouyo]

[DRAGGING YOU NOW]

Over here! It's not as grown up as my new room, but I still like it!

[LOOKIT ALL THIS PINK

and much more girly stuff

I was finding my identity okay]

This is my old bed! I think it's too small for me now, 'cuz I'm always growing.

[Action]

[thatsnotcute]

[Blinking slowly, Perona stares up at Sanji as she's held. She doesn't understand what he's saying. What does he mean it's his fault? It wasn't - the only ones at fault were the lowlife bastards that took her captive in the first place. She can't be entirely mad at him, she's a smart girl, he must've been messed with as well. Besides, from what Perona knows of the chef, she knows he'd never do such a thing himself. He's not that kind of man. He even just helped her out, despite what she did to him and his crew, his captain, under Moria's orders.]

No...you're wrong. You did nothing! It was those disgusting people that should pay for what they did!

[Action] | Obscenely late! Still wanted to do one of Robert's memories?

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert may not be the type who seeks other people out consistently, but Sanji... he knows Sanji well enough that seeing him stumbling around a bit is worrying.

The scientist meanders closer, trying to figure out whether he should help without going up to grab him right away.]

... Mr. Sanji, sir...? A-Are you... alright...?

[action]

[concasse]

Yeah, yeah, I got it. [Starting to walk now. His pace is slow to compensate for his less than stellar energy output, but Sanji has faith in his own footing.]

[concasse]

Me? I'll be fine~!

Besides, I just needed some fresh air. I'll head home soon enough. [Before Chopper notes he's missing and ties him to the bed]

[Action]

[concasse]

[Now that's some good news. Sanji is always down with missing a Shift.]

Hooo? But did you all succeed?

[concasse]

[...

Normally, he'd be too tired to aim kicks at Vash's enormous head.

He'll make an exception today, though. While screaming murder. Because he's that type of caring guy]

Did you just call her a "pipsqueak" you shitty Broom Head?! Don't think just because you're in a beautiful maiden's body you get to be an asshole!! There better be an apology in there!

[Action]

[concasse]

[Sanji opens his mouth to say something more - an apology? Law didn't ask to see that, either, and if the chef had just been a little quicker with his warning... But any words he wanted to say have already been shared. His mouth closes again and he nods as well, an acknowledgement of the silence.

His day hasn't been ruined, for all his focus have been jarred asunder - just directed down a new, different path, filled with reminiscing and reflection. It's... been so long since he's thought of home, he realizes. A necessity to protect himself because you can't spend everyday pining, but that feels so cheap of an excuse now.

He shifts his next few steps in a new direction; not for his house or for Seventh Heaven, or the forest, but for the teleporter that'll take him to the beach. To the sea. And apparently he does have a few more words to spare, as he inclines his head slightly while passing the rival pirate by:]

Take it easy, Law.