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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.

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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/]

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Did I? Ehehe, I can't remember that part. [But she does remember having tea together, and how gracious and polite he was, presenting her with a spoon so she could drink it. The memory itself brings another quiet laugh from her lips, and she snuggles against Sanji gently.] But I can remember why I would have. You were such a gentleman, Sanji-nii, and your treated me with such kindness...I had to thank you somehow.

[Actually...hm. Miyabi pulls herself away from Sanji with a thoughtful hum, then putters around the kitchen, looking for something. Come on, come on, even a small one--aha! There we are. She takes a piece of paper into her hands, and snatches up the pair of scissors Sanji used to cut her hair, and begins to fold and snip.] In fact...I still have to thank you for cutting my hair for me. And for continuing to be so kind and sweet for as long as I've known you for. And for being the very best brother I could have ever hoped to have in any place.

[And so, she holds out her hand and presents Sanji with a flower of the unconventional type - resting nicely in the palm of her hand.]

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[Sanji knows better at this point than to deter Miyabi when she's set on bestowing her affections, no matter how he'd insist he only did what came naturally to him. Better to stand quietly, though he's curious as to what she plans on doing with that little piece of paper and the scissors.

When she's finished, he eagerly glances down into the palm of her hand, and-- jeez, it's so delicate. He can't begin to fathom how she managed to make something so beautiful with a piece of paper. He plucks it out of her hand, eyes shining, and then smiles until he's squinting]

I'll make sure to treasure it forever~! [And this time, keep her gift where he won't lose it.]

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[Oh, that smile. Miyabi's always loved it when Sanji smiled like that - it was infectious. Her own smile reached her eyes as Sanji took her little gift, and she actually utters a quiet giggle. He's so cute, and she's just so, so happy he's still here. It would be so hard for her, if both of them went away at the same time. She can't even bare to think of that. But it's good that he's smiling like that, it means that he'll be okay.]

I know you will. [There's a pause, as she muses something for a minute, then starts to just laugh again.] ...Sanji, do you know what the word for 'pirate' is in my language?

[Of course he won't, she's sure of that, but humor her a minute. There's a reason for this she's just realized.]

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For 'pirate'... [Even before he sets to thinking about it, Sanji knows he won't come up with an answer. And indeed, it isn't long before he grins repentantly and shakes his head.]

No, I don't have a clue. [While there have occasionally been some uncanny overlaps in their languages, it's not anything that would fashion Sanji a native of Japanese.]

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Kaizoku is the word for pirate in my language. [She takes a moment to look around with a little smile on her face, running her hands through her hair absently. It's still weird how it ends so suddenly now.] And the word for 'family' is...kazoku.

They're very similar, aren't they?

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Kaizoku... [The word rolls of his tongue with natural fluidity, and there's a subtle ring to the word that he appreciates - all the more because of the resemblance Miyabi points out, that has him smiling.]

Pretty fitting, I should say. [Piracy in and of itself isn't a glamorous profession, but being with the Straw Hats - being here, in Luceti, and bearing that title - has always blurred the lines between what society considers a pirate, and what it's become for him.

Kaizoku. Kazoku. Family. They're one in the same, at the end of the day.]

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I don't think, before I met you all, I would have thought that.

[Pirates really are bad people, it's a universal thing known throughout worlds. And maybe these people have done a few unsavory things for all she knows, but there's never been anything infinitely bad about them. Not a single one. They've always just seemed like normal, everyday people. Closer now, of course, but still. They're still people.]

But you're all different, I think. A little or a lot, I can't be sure, but...I'm happy to know you, and be with and around you. Ehehe, you really are like my family. My pirate family.