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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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[Leaning against the wall. Like a man. Like a stupid man with stupid man pride instead of being in bed where you belong. D8
She stops a pace or so away from him.]
Are you all right?
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Sanji knows the moment she finds out about his condition, he'll be marched back to bed for being thick in the head, but eh. Perhaps he deserves it (that, or he's more willing to listen to a lady's logic).]
Ah-- you see, Katara-chan... [The expression painted in slight guilt is the first hint that no, he's not all right, but another physical cue is on the way. The chef tries to straighten himself, seem a little more "okay", only for his footing to tremble at the most inopportune time. He tilts and wavers and starts to fall]
Oi--!
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[Katara moves quickly to his side to wrap an arm around his waist and support him, but the second they touch, a very peculiar memory flashes before her eyes:
Standing in a cement stairwell, her clothes are unfamiliar and even when she's not thinking about it, she's too conscious of them. The bra she wore under the modest V-necked shirt pushed her breasts out and up to the point where she was frequently taken by surprise by them; the light cardigan provided some covering. Her skirt was long, down to her knees, but still revealing an uncomfortable patch of her upper calve where the knee socks wouldn't reach. At least the shoes were comfortable.
She was taking a risk, a wild risk, and feeling miserable and fey and - what could she do to make him understand? Him - Masaomi, and looking at his face she felt an uncomfortable tangle of guilt and affection and a wild surge of protectiveness that only strengthened along with the quickening of her heart as she reached out to take his hands.
Where should she put them? On her waist was too high, too safe, but any higher and it might be too much for him, any lower and... no--
I trust him.
--she puts his hands high on her hips. "I'm not going to fight, and I'm not going to stop you. I'm going to stand here for a minute, and you can do whatever you want..." she swallows hard, "if that's what you want. I'm going to trust you."
Because you're not what you think you are - what Saki and Izaya and everyone else has made you think you are.
You're worthy of trust.
I don't believe you'll hurt me.
And then she drops her hands and starts counting down from 60.]
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Or at least, until his eye catches Masaomi with his hands on her. Then duty and fairness are forsaken for blatant horror. A choke gurgles in his throat.
Katara-chan, what. No. No no no. What are you doing?]
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She's standing there, perfectly still while he's looking at her in shock and--]
Sanji, are you okay?
[--she doesn't blush or look away from his eyes, but there's something twisting inside of her and she's scared, because why is he looking at her like that, and what if this doesn't work-- but the thought that he would actually hurt her never crosses her mind, and if he stole that kiss he'd been bothering her for all day, she could live with that, just--
His eyes drop, and look at her legs, scan up her body and her heart catches, and he looks at her face, at her eyes and her mouth, and he's adoring.
His hand start to slide up to her waist, leaving the heat of his touch behind, as he comes closer...]
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Maybe if he trusted the guy a little, or knew him, for that matter - but the truth is Sanji doesn't. Masaomi's just a horny bastard with a questionable reputation and he's touching her inappropriately, regardless of whether Katara gave him the permission or not. The chef can hardly stand it.
60 seconds was too long]
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Sanji?
[--her breath catches when his arms wrap around her waist in a loose hug, and his face blurs as he comes closer. She stiffens, she can't help it. But then he's moved even closer, and his lips brush her forehead in a chaste kiss.
60.
And he lets go. And he's smiling at her, smiling at her like that.
"Believe me now?"]
Sanji, you're scaring me. What's wrong?
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Sanji blinks, glances down at Katara and stares at his friend, uncomprehending. He sees her, but in his mind's eyes there's still Masaomi smiling in triumph with a point proved and realized.
Oh.
... Yeah, he guesses he really does see now. And he lets out a slow, long breath as his anger fizzes out.]
Sorry, Katara-chan. [The words are out of his mouth, as is a smile - it occurs to him he could lie, put on his best performance and pretend he hadn't seen a thing, but so does the knowledge he won't do that, either.] You-- [he glances away, a little worried how she's going to take this]
I didn't get a chance to warn you. The shitty Malnosso did something to me.
... Anyone who touches me-- Uh, we end up sharing a memory.
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What?
[That memory that came out of no where, that - one moment - where she risked everything to show him that she didn't --
Her stomach twists into knots.
Was that what he saw?]
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I wasn't when I came over here, I don't know what--]
You saw that?
[She's not even blushing yet.
Oh man.
This was so beyond humiliating.]
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Not on purpose! It's-- [Deep breath] The Malnosso must've done something to me.
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You could have warned me!?!
[Oh, there's the blush.]
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[... Well, it's the truth. Though he'd look a lot more sheepish if Katara's face wasn't red enough to set a forest fire to shame.]
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[Her better judgement is trumped by humiliation, and honestly, Katara feels like she could cry. This whole thing was just such a mess, and now Sanji saw that...
She shifts to move away, but remembers herself just in time, swings her arm more firmly around his back, under his wings.]
Let's just get you somewhere you can lay down.
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I'm sorry, Katara-chan. I wasn't thinking. [Because he was too busy wondering what the hell was going on, but even still...]
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She is currently too torn emotionally to respond to his apology.]
Let's just go - there are beds in the Item Shop.
[She moves to shoulder more of his weight.]
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He's careful to stay silent on the way there, eyes downcast and holding his share of the weight, every now and then catching the girl's expression in his peripheral]
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Is what's been happening tied in to why you're so tired?
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[Another side glance. Now that the ambiance feels a little more patient... shit, should he ask or shouldn't he?]
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[Go ahead and argue with her, Sanji, I dare you.]
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Sanji could also stick his head in an oven, but that's just silly. As in arguing with Katara right now. He nods like a good boy, thoughts still astray.
...]
Neh, Katara-chan? [Hear that sheepish tone? Good things might not come of it.]
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And braces herself a little.]
Yes?
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"... You know what protection is, right?" Oh hell no.
"Please tell me you're not dating that little shit." Hm. Close, but not quite. C'mon, Sanji, you can be supportive!]
--You and that kid are-- [Damn, he can't get the word out without choking on it first. And he tries really, really hard to keep the whine out of his voice, but in the end it manifests as a twitch right above his brow.] Katara-chan's into guys like him?
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What do you mean, "guys like him?"
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