[It's a little too late to warn Miyabi away. By the time he thinks to do so, she's attached to his arm and fussing over his health. The chef thus steels himself for any memory that may come, ready to shield his friend from painful recollections, but then the weather cools slightly, and the man is suddenly staring suspiciously at the plump orange fruit hanging off the trees while laughter and conversation fill the area.
... Aaah...
His shoulders start to loosen because Sanji remembers this; the annual mikan-picking festival Nami-san always set up during the spring. He'd been through countless in his Luceti Valley memories - fake memories - but like Miyabi, their time together in those two weeks are the only ones he can remember now. When they were all so happy.
The smile on his face is as honest as it is aching. He asks quietly] Were you thinking about this before?
[Action] ;; DAW!!
... Aaah...
His shoulders start to loosen because Sanji remembers this; the annual mikan-picking festival Nami-san always set up during the spring. He'd been through countless in his Luceti Valley memories - fake memories - but like Miyabi, their time together in those two weeks are the only ones he can remember now. When they were all so happy.
The smile on his face is as honest as it is aching. He asks quietly] Were you thinking about this before?