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007↠ ACTION/VOICE (Forward-dated to tomorrow morning)
... Oi. Any of you New Feathers interested in cooking?
[This rather straight and subdued question comes from someone who hasn't looked at his journal in what feels like a long, long time, let alone felt the desire or necessity to make a public statement. And he knows it. The fact alone almost makes him break off before he finishes.]
I'm still down a few cooks at Seventh Heaven, so I'd appreciate any shitty help about now.
[But there, he's finished. After a moment's thought, he closes the journal and heads out for the day - to Seventh Heaven, of course, but only for a few hours, and then perhaps a walk later since it suits his fancy. There's plenty of thinking to be had no matter where he goes. And the entire time outdoors, he reminds himself that it's been chilly for a few weeks now, this isn't anything new.
He just... missed it happening.
The item shop, the clothing store, the forest, the bar... it doesn't really matter to him where he ends up. He's spent more than enough time to himself in the house, avoiding friend and acquaintance alike. Today will be spent remembering what feeling normal is like, and he's okay with searching a little to find out.]
[This rather straight and subdued question comes from someone who hasn't looked at his journal in what feels like a long, long time, let alone felt the desire or necessity to make a public statement. And he knows it. The fact alone almost makes him break off before he finishes.]
I'm still down a few cooks at Seventh Heaven, so I'd appreciate any shitty help about now.
[But there, he's finished. After a moment's thought, he closes the journal and heads out for the day - to Seventh Heaven, of course, but only for a few hours, and then perhaps a walk later since it suits his fancy. There's plenty of thinking to be had no matter where he goes. And the entire time outdoors, he reminds himself that it's been chilly for a few weeks now, this isn't anything new.
He just... missed it happening.
The item shop, the clothing store, the forest, the bar... it doesn't really matter to him where he ends up. He's spent more than enough time to himself in the house, avoiding friend and acquaintance alike. Today will be spent remembering what feeling normal is like, and he's okay with searching a little to find out.]
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Something funny?
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I see you got to keep your fingers in the end.
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Way to pick a topic, Mihawk. His stance tightens as if he's been struck, expression flattening.]
... I told you I know how to handle the idiot. [Child or adult, normal asshole or diseased lunatic about to kill his own nakama.
Sanji's got experience dealing with Zoro]
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[Because goddammit, Zoro, you need handling. Mihawk just offers Sanji a twitch from the corner of his lip.]
Do make sure you don't let it rust.
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[He aims a flat stare in Mihawk's direction] Though you really seem to be well-acquainted with his brand of stupid.
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Indeed.
[It's hard to decipher that undertone, somewhere between resignation and contempt.]
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yet]In that case, you must be shitty thrilled he's back.
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Well, I was getting bored.
[That's all the hint you'll get that one day you'll have to scrap Zoro's face off the pavement.]