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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 ] and then I was the latest ever
But it was never for Nami's sake. No, Nami was better off at home. It was always for the sake of the ones that she left behind. For her sake... and for her crew's.]
Thank you for telling us, Sanji.
[ voice ] there is never such a thing as late 8|b
Of course, Katara-chan.
... If there's anything you need, just let me know.
[ voice ] ONLY BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME ;;
Of course. You know the same goes for you. [She flipped the journal up then so Sanji could see her face, her small tight smile.] But I don't need to wish her the best. [It's more than that she's back where she belongs. Nami's a fighter.] She's going to be amazing.
[And so will you, when you get home.]
[ voice ]
Yeah, she will be~! But then, she always is.
[ voice ]
[Is it a deal, Sanji?]
[ voice ]
Alright. It's a deal, Katara-chan.
[Well, he can certainly try.]