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... Nami-san’s gone home.
[The announcement comes early afternoon, after Sanji has tracked down all available housemates to share the heavy news; after spending thirty minutes alone in an empty room, leaning against the door frame and smoking while he stares dead-eyed at the stripped bed, and struggles to remind himself the tray of food he brought with him needs to go back into the fridge; after telling himself around breakfast, when she didn’t come to join them at the table, that she was probably in her mikan grove for the morning, and it wouldn’t be gentlemanly to disturb her; after waking up at the crack of dawn, grumpy and disheveled, thinking that at least with the Valentine’s Day shit over, he and his nakama could look forward to some semblance of peace.
...
His expression isn't grieved. Nor his tone. He keeps his gaze steady and serious] You all better wish her the best, you hear?
[He'll stick around to answer anyone who responds, then check on his nakama. And after his duty is finished, he's heading for the sea, and will stay there well into the night.
He's done all the talking he can manage. Now? He just wants to be left alone.]
[ooc: Action is open for castmates, and for anyone who'd like to track Sanji down, if they want /o/]
[The announcement comes early afternoon, after Sanji has tracked down all available housemates to share the heavy news; after spending thirty minutes alone in an empty room, leaning against the door frame and smoking while he stares dead-eyed at the stripped bed, and struggles to remind himself the tray of food he brought with him needs to go back into the fridge; after telling himself around breakfast, when she didn’t come to join them at the table, that she was probably in her mikan grove for the morning, and it wouldn’t be gentlemanly to disturb her; after waking up at the crack of dawn, grumpy and disheveled, thinking that at least with the Valentine’s Day shit over, he and his nakama could look forward to some semblance of peace.
...
His expression isn't grieved. Nor his tone. He keeps his gaze steady and serious] You all better wish her the best, you hear?
[He'll stick around to answer anyone who responds, then check on his nakama. And after his duty is finished, he's heading for the sea, and will stay there well into the night.
He's done all the talking he can manage. Now? He just wants to be left alone.]
[ooc: Action is open for castmates, and for anyone who'd like to track Sanji down, if they want /o/]
[voice]
She's a tough lady. She... She's where she should be. Back with your crew, naa?
[voice]
Aa. Back with the crew. [Back in the right time and space.] Creating her map of the world.
[voice]
That's... a good thing.]
This place is kind limited with what you can map. Wouldn't want her to lose her day job.
[voice]
Yeah.
[He opens his mouth, some unrealized request nearly making it to the surface. But in the end he can't do it.]
Let me know if you need anything, alright?
[voice]
Sanji...]
One of your team goes home, and you're telling me that instead of the other way around?
[voice]
[voice]
Because it only reminds him of one solid fact: she was a friend, and once upon a time, he wanted to murder her.
... Yeah, he's still tender about it.]
[voice]
Right now, I'm fine, alright? [Oh it hurts, but shock has dulled the sting to where Sanji can barely recognize it as pain. And maybe that's not an honest step in the right direction - even so, he can believe he's okay for this conversation]
One day, I'll get back to her. [He glances at his journal] So I can spare some shitty sympathy for anyone who can't.
[voice]
There's a very still pause.]
... Alright. You're right.
[voice]
I will, too.