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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.]

Comments

[concasse]

Good. [Because he wouldn't have been able to stand it if she'd spent any second longer than necessary believing that bullshit Aku fed her. She shouldn't have needed to believe it in the first place; the crew - he should've been faster getting her out of there, instead of letting their navigator rot in a cell for about two weeks, half-starved and defeated and-- damn it.

Sanji nearly pulls back, quick to note his mounting frustration and the lack of a convenient target to take it out on, but he doesn't, because the moment he does, he won't let himself touch her again. Call it a selfish desire if you will. The hug is as much for him as it is for her. He stays where he is, glaring every ounce of his hatred at one of the innocent walls of his room. If it sets on fire, good; something might as well.

But of course he doesn't know what to say. Weak apologies won't cut it - and he'd half-expect her to cut him off, anyway. So instead he opts for silence, needing that moment to untangle some of his inner torment.]

[mikangirl]

[There's nothing much that can be said, she knows-- his quiet support is something Nami is grateful for, because it's the response that demands the least from her in return. No questions, no declarations... it's relieving, she thinks, to just take strength from Sanji's embrace, and for a moment she rests her head lightly on his arm. A thank you.

Because she has no idea what to say to that, either. She could wish he didn't know. It can't be helped. Maybe it's better that someone does.

When she's sure she can trust her voice, Nami pulls away herself, trying for a smile.] I should probably stop touching you. Considering.

[concasse]

[At that, Sanji laughs, rubs his neck and then groans in a way that makes clear his desire to punch himself. It can't be helped, and yet they both probably know he'll be blaming himself for this one. Maybe all the more because a very selfish part of him is... glad, actually, that he got to see something this horrible - the way only a nakama could feel after bearing witness to such a tragedy. She won't have to bear it alone anymore.

Not that this gives him much ammo in the way of conversation, mind. Eventually, he chances a grin himself] Maybe not, but I think I can still manage breakfast, if Nami-san's hungry.

[He's not sure about her, but Sanji certainly isn't falling asleep after that.]

[mikangirl]

[She's lost her appetite entirely, actually, but Nami seizes on the chance to return to a normal morning-- and a flicker of memory not her own comes to mind, which she isn't sure how to interpret yet, but she knows well enough that cooking can be an outlet for Sanji as much as anything else. So her answering smile is fast enough.]

I think so. Give me time for a shower, first?

[She can stay in there until she composes herself properly. Her appetite will likely come back.]

[concasse]

Yes ma'am~!! I'll be waiting in the kitchen, at your beck and call~! [Showers are good. Showers are very good and will also give Sanji time to collect his bearings. Needless to say, he makes sure to give her a relatively wide berth when she steps off the bed. For both of their sakes]

[mikangirl]

[Wiggling Sanji = feels more normal, and she gives him a wider smile.] I'll count on it.

[Then she's out the door swiftly, going straight to the bathroom and shutting herself in. Hot showers may ensue a few seconds later.


...pity she forgot to take a change of clothes in with her, but oh well. >_>a]