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recrypt

will I find a shitpost for this maybe

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[... So yes, maybe he planned for this to happen, but Sanji is still shocked to find himself awake when everything locks up. The castle hadn't been so kind when curfew hit; either you fell asleep, were up to some bullshit, or were going to die.

He's not afraid to admit he panics a little.

-- But hey, he's in the kitchen, right? Likely in the middle of another mess because the poor room can't stay clean for anything, but that's the least of his worries. Without a pause, Sanji will hunt down whatever knife he can and promptly stuff it into his shirt, mindless of the fact he could just die from a thousand cuts at this rate.

He fuckin dares someone to come at him now.]

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[ when the announcement happens, 45 leaves. she's gone for a little while, and after that... comes back, with her smile fixed perfectly in place. ]

So. ♪ I might have some bad news.

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concasse

[Hey 45, where you at.

Sanji is... not looking for her, especially, so much as when they cross paths, he'll at least nod his head in quiet acknowledgement. The trial seems to have taken some of his energy given how somber he looks]

Oi, how you holdin' up?

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[Well that sure was A Lot.

And as 45 seems to have accidentally designated herself as the girl Sanji will immediately talk shop to instead of flirt with (FOR NOW), he just offers her a dull wave at her approach, on his cigarette break after Dick's announcement]

Shit just keeps getting better and better around here, eh?

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[ 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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[ eventually, later in the day, she's going to make her way over to the kitchen. she's not wearing the outfit people might've gotten used to seeing her in anymore, instead back in the oversized tie-dye shirt and booty shorts combo from that first weekend, though she's at least in boots rather than sandals. good thing too, considering the rain- which is the reasons she's also in a poncho.

she's not tracking any blood or whatever other stuff was on the three of them into the kitchen, so sanji doesn't have to try to kill her for that, at least. she'll greet him with a smile, but it's wan. ]

...Haha. ♪

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised about finding you here.

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[Time to play that oh-so-fun game of memory Russian Roulette, eh? At least by this point, Sanji is aware of the stakes that come from taking a simple walk to his cabin from the kitchen.

-- Fate's not on his side today, however. Even though he keeps his eyes down, weeks' worth of paranoia means he's still liable to glance up every now and again, and when he accidentally catches 45's gaze, well.

At least he isn't surprised when the scene abruptly changes into something different.

They're in a room -- not a cabin, but the stately, well furnished room of a castle, where a boy is kneeling next to a large bed, gasping for breath through his coughing fit and apologizing.

For all the trouble he's caused. For killing out of self-defense. For always putting the burden on Sanji to take care of him. He'll likely die tomorrow, being hated by the castle for his actions, and there isn't anything he can do.

And the chef's response? Immediate, no-nonsense, and level, as he picks the boy off the floor and leads him to the bed.

"If you're looking for someone to condemn your actions, you won't hear it from me; I'm a pirate, remember? For my crew, I've done plenty of shit other people wouldn't be proud of to admit -- just to keep them safe and alive."

...

"What the world sees as "right" and "wrong" don't mean shit to me. You're one of my own, so I'll protect you tomorrow, as best I can."

Then scene ends with that quiet declaration.]

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[For once? Sanji's just in a straight-up foul mood. The kind that's too sharp to be bitter and too hot to be devastated. And so the kitchen is more a warzone for him to work through his aggression, a scowl cut deeply on his face.

So... If 45 wants to book it in the other direction, he wouldn't blame her.]

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concasse

[Guess who is not here for sharing and caring week, pt.2?

Everyone in the fuckin camp, even if Sanji likes to think he's at least in the top half. It makes going outside a very dangerous prospect but given that he hadn't been safe last week, the chef decides it's better to continue on with his routine than hide in the Fish Cabin.

... Though he is admittedly surprised to see 45 by the rope course. An eyebrow draws up as he approaches and leans himself into one of the poles]

You gonna run it?

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[Surprise, Sanji is in the kitchen like he always is -- not cooking, but just... enjoying the scenery from a seat at the table, like maybe he missed being in his natural element and this is the only time he's got left to savor the atmosphere.

Before they all die horribly tomorrow, ha ha.

Though when 45 enters, he'll lift his head and toss a grin her way]

Hey, 45-chan.

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