[ it's the afternoon, or whenever it is that the final trial is playing. she hasn't quite taken a seat, but she's hanging around, leaning forward slightly with her arms propped up on a chair back.
her expression is the same as it always is as she watches with an air caught somewhere between detached and... something else, but she does speak up, without glancing over at them, when she notices someone stopping by: ]
You know... there's no point in seeing these anymore, now that the task is gone, but I think I might understand at least one potential reason for having this here.
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[Sanji initially wasn't going to bother with the theatre at all. Call it an offshoot of his nature, but he's very picky about when he's nosy, and this usually isn't one of the times.
... But, eh. Rules are made to be broken. They've all had a rough couple of days. Before he realizes it, the chef is slowly winding his way through the aisles on a mission to distract himself, even if he's only half-committed to taking a seat.
-- Though admittedly, seeing 45 immediately perks his interest. A grin is already on his face before he stops and turns toward the screen]
Eh? Such as? I find the shitty things kinda invasive...
[ there's a mild, but certainly present, sharpness playing around the edge of her faint smile. ]
But presuming that anyone was inclined towards believing the setup of this farce of a game, it's a reminder. 'Look at this.' 'This is what you have to lose.'
It would certainly fit with the narrative that our snake is trying to set up, it feels.
[Squinting quietly at her -- as usual, 45 has told no lies -- though it's only once his eyes draw back to the screen and watches everything play out that he
finally gets it
-- And his head immediately swivels to stare at her in open shock and delight]
-- Awaaaah, you have a sweetheart?!
[He'll. calm down in a moment. Gotta get the romance outta his system first]
[Some of the joy finally bleeds out of him, and his eyes are cast distant, staring into the wall for a moment. His voice is both sympathetic and wistful]
Less stress for you, right? No worrying what's gonna happen to him if you turn away for a couple of seconds.
but that's fine, she won't call him on it. everyone deserves some secrets. and it's an unofficial rule in her squad, after all. if someone's not going to bring up the past on their own, you don't ask about it. ]
Is that so?
Tell me about them, then, if you're willing. What are they like?
[Spoken with dry fondness, the mark of a man who isn't going to admit how much he loves all of the stupid fools. Though:]
Naturally, Robin-chwan and Nami-swan can be as loud as they want~! The only two angels I'd ever listen to~!
[.... And then switching back to talking of the men with a loud, grumpy huff]
The guys, though? All of 'em piss me off daily. Especially my captain! I can't cook without him twisting his arms around my neck and salivating in my shitty ear.
[ okay, the attitude difference is actually kind of amusing, but if she has any specific thoughts about it they don't seem to show on her face, which remains set in the neutral, mild smile her expression has fixed itself into. ]
They sound like an interesting crew. That's a different Nami from the one here, I assume?
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her expression is the same as it always is as she watches with an air caught somewhere between detached and... something else, but she does speak up, without glancing over at them, when she notices someone stopping by: ]
You know... there's no point in seeing these anymore, now that the task is gone, but I think I might understand at least one potential reason for having this here.
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... But, eh. Rules are made to be broken. They've all had a rough couple of days. Before he realizes it, the chef is slowly winding his way through the aisles on a mission to distract himself, even if he's only half-committed to taking a seat.
-- Though admittedly, seeing 45 immediately perks his interest. A grin is already on his face before he stops and turns toward the screen]
Eh? Such as? I find the shitty things kinda invasive...
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[ there's a mild, but certainly present, sharpness playing around the edge of her faint smile. ]
But presuming that anyone was inclined towards believing the setup of this farce of a game, it's a reminder. 'Look at this.' 'This is what you have to lose.'
It would certainly fit with the narrative that our snake is trying to set up, it feels.
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finally gets it
-- And his head immediately swivels to stare at her in open shock and delight]
-- Awaaaah, you have a sweetheart?!
[He'll. calm down in a moment. Gotta get the romance outta his system first]
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Don't go getting too carried away, hmm?~ ♪
[ aaaaaaa ]
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He senses death approaching.
So he will do his best to curb some of his enthusiasm, though it's like watching a puppy try to sit still while its tail keeps thumping]
Right, right. Of course! Sorry, I just didn't realize you preferred the softer type.
[Sanji shut the fuck up]
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[ that's probably a fucking lie.
also yeah she sees that metaphorical tail thumping there, sanji ]
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[He's just so proud she got her a man? She deserves one and he'll break Hunter's face if he ever makes her cry.]
1/2
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... Against any better judgment, he does.
[ despite the words being said, her tone is mildly (and possibly somewhat exasperatedly) fond. ]
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His smile is honest, if it helps, just easily and openly happy for her]
Oi now, I'm sure he has plenty of valid reasons for feeling the way he does. Same about you to him, eh?
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Plenty enough, I suppose.
[ listen hunter is the one who gushed about his gf to other people, 45 doesn't even know where to begin
they were just disgustingly sweet in private ]
Probably a good thing he isn't here.
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[Some of the joy finally bleeds out of him, and his eyes are cast distant, staring into the wall for a moment. His voice is both sympathetic and wistful]
Less stress for you, right? No worrying what's gonna happen to him if you turn away for a couple of seconds.
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[ living vicariously through other people's romances is one thing, but there's some things that you just...
well. there's something in his voice, at least, that keeps her from simply thinking he's just a bit too overinvested. ]
... It's nice, though, having someone to keep you grounded.
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shrugs
A rather lackluster response given how quick he was to throw his support behind 45's relationship. His gaze wanders off further.
... But eventually he finds his smile again, and reorients himself back to the present.]
Not really.
[Liar. Maybe. Whatever the case:]
The closest I've got to that is my crew.
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but that's fine, she won't call him on it. everyone deserves some secrets. and it's an unofficial rule in her squad, after all. if someone's not going to bring up the past on their own, you don't ask about it. ]
Is that so?
Tell me about them, then, if you're willing. What are they like?
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[Spoken with dry fondness, the mark of a man who isn't going to admit how much he loves all of the stupid fools. Though:]
Naturally, Robin-chwan and Nami-swan can be as loud as they want~! The only two angels I'd ever listen to~!
[.... And then switching back to talking of the men with a loud, grumpy huff]
The guys, though? All of 'em piss me off daily. Especially my captain! I can't cook without him twisting his arms around my neck and salivating in my shitty ear.
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They sound like an interesting crew. That's a different Nami from the one here, I assume?