[As a matter of consequence, the biggest reason Sanji finds himself awkwardly standing just outside Perona's front door, armed with a bag of wafting off delicious smells, is because he probably thought too much about this. It's a problem he's fearfully aware of today, it almost being enough to send him careening right back down the staircase toward safer ground, but...
The corners of his mouth work as he frowns thoughtfully at the door. It shouldn't bother him how little he's seen of her over the past few weeks, now that he's in the mind to recognize her absence for what it was; she deserved to grieve, too. That's the entire reason he told her the truth in the first place. Took a slap to the face and determinedly avoided her from that moment on.
Maybe it's because Zoro's back and he still hasn't seen hide nor hair of her. Or maybe he just can't shake off the healthy dose of guilt that's determined to riddle his stomach with anxious bullet holes until he... he does something.
Whatever the case, he's here now and still staring at the door like he expects it to bite him, until his mouth suddenly dips into a scowl. Oh for shit's sake, man. At least offer another apology. And food. Food alone might win him a few seconds a favor before he either beats a hasty retreat or she floors him with her hollows.
Only one way to find out. B| Knock knock, ghost princess. You have a visitor.]
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The corners of his mouth work as he frowns thoughtfully at the door. It shouldn't bother him how little he's seen of her over the past few weeks, now that he's in the mind to recognize her absence for what it was; she deserved to grieve, too. That's the entire reason he told her the truth in the first place. Took a slap to the face and determinedly avoided her from that moment on.
Maybe it's because Zoro's back and he still hasn't seen hide nor hair of her. Or maybe he just can't shake off the healthy dose of guilt that's determined to riddle his stomach with anxious bullet holes until he... he does something.
Whatever the case, he's here now and still staring at the door like he expects it to bite him, until his mouth suddenly dips into a scowl. Oh for shit's sake, man. At least offer another apology. And food. Food alone might win him a few seconds a favor before he either beats a hasty retreat or she floors him with her hollows.
Only one way to find out. B| Knock knock, ghost princess. You have a visitor.]