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[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.]
... 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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So this is where you've been. [He crouches down with a sigh.] Come on, love cook. Let's get you ba--
[The world tilts sideways the moment his hand lands on Sanji's arm. Zoro can feel his thoughts pushing and pulling, pulsing in strange circles until the world around him falls apart and suddenly it's just him and Sanji and the early morning light dawning on Thriller Bark.
There they were, with Kuma and explosions and Sanji-- another one, somehow-- cursing and falling to the ground. Idiot, idiot. Not your turn. It was-- Luffy. No way out but through the bubble, and there was Kuma giving him a taste of agony but, no, he knew what was coming even as he watched his own mouth open, his knowledge filling in the words a split-second before they happened.
Just... let me decide the location.
And there it was: that familiar explosion of pain wracking through his body, digging into his bones and cutting lines through the spaces under his skin. For that one long moment, Zoro found himself lost in the sensation of his second death rushing up to meet him.]
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Or he would, until the chef feels it too - reality sliding backwards to places it shouldn't. He doesn't immediately place the scene - shit, he just woke up and Sanji isn't sure what's happening - but then he sees himself crumple to the ground, and Zoro stand to face Kuma alone.
The scenes playing out in front of them are not ones found in his own memory, but Sanji vividly remembers finding the aftermath; apprehensive knots in his stomach begin to twist and turn into themselves the longer he watches. Droplets of sweat dot his forehead. He doesn't want to look -- but can't look away.
Just... let me decide the location.
Sanji isn't prepared. There is nothing familiar about the pain punching the breath out of his lungs so he can't even scream. It wasn't his to experience. Zoro took that burden on himself. This is his pain. And distantly, Sanji's aware of himself writhing on the ground like there's hot, shattered glass wedged under every part of his skin; the agony stretches on for an eternity.]
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He sits still for a moment then, slowly, carefully, lifts a hand to his face. It's scuffed from the day's activities but otherwise clean-- no blood dribbling down as he vaguely expected there would be. He looks around, blinking. Sanji, awake, and the village in the distance. A tree. The sky.
It takes him a moment but he begins to breathe normally again. Phantom pain still curling through his body, Zoro fails to register that he's still gripping Sanji's arm. Hard.]
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[The force of the grip doesn't escape Sanji's notice, and that's good. It grounds him into the here and now and out of the memory's pain. Keeps him from shaking. And while the chef is careful to keep his stare squarely on the patch of dirt in front of him once he angles himself into a sitting position, his voice is flat and calm]
Let go.
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Why the hell are you apologizing? It's not as if Zoro asked for the horrific trip down memory lane. No, this is Sanji's fault for napping in broad daylight where every Do Gooder in Luceti would see him and try to help out.]
... I'll make it back to town myself. [It's mumbled after an uncomfortable pause, one that brims with shame on the chef's end. He's tired and exhausted and probably won't be able to make the trip without stumbling into half the buildings, but that scenario pales in comparison to how it'll feel to have Zoro escort him back]
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And what do you expect to do, idiot? Watch me trip the entire, shitty way? [No, Zoro won't offer him support; Sanji won't let him. And as if to prove the point to himself, the chef pushes himself into a stand - a shaky stand that hints of more drugs in Sanji's system than Chopper can name, but he's on his feet and gritting his teeth through the dizziness.]
I'll be fine.
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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.]
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But his heart isn't in it, that much is clear. True annoyance and anger are beyond him, because they're too busy being aimed at himself. The most he can manage is a mask and let that suffice as he picks his way through the trees, eventually having to stop and catch his breath against one]
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I'm fine.