[For obvious reasons... Sanji's not up to cooking Thursday night.
And believe him, not for lack of trying, either. It just so happens that getting injured turned his roommate into a severe housewife who will drag him by his hair out of the kitchen, and even Sanji isn't in the mood to test his luck. Zelos isn't in the room currently, but for once in his life?
Sanji stays put.
Still, mood spoiled by his obedience, he decides he might as well change bandages if he's going to sulk. It's gonna be slow-going and painful -- he's only just recently broke his fever, and stitching up a wound is no joke -- but he's hoping his hands will stop quaking long enough to see some progress]
It's not as good as Sanji's, very few things on this earth are, but there is an Attempt. He'd been watching Sanji cook for a few weeks straight now after all, and he's gotten a sense of what seasonings and spices to use, and a better sense of timing. He's been trying. Hence why he brings in the tray of food -
And pauses when he realizes exactly what he's looking at.]
[Sanji's getting really damn tired of everyone judging his attempts to look after his own body here, hence the growl and how he just keeps right on going peeling the bandages off.]
They gotta come off every few hours. I'm not surviving getting skewered just to die of disease.
You know you're partners, right? So he'll just be more bothered if you keep trying to do things without him.
[Just saying - but Jae-ha doesn't seem like he's going to tattle. He'll do as he said and take care to wash his hands before going back to check on Sanji's wound.]
Now come on, I'm already here - I'll take care of it.
[No one's having a good time in the castle today. That much is obvious. It's how people choose to handle their grief that marks the differences between them.
No surprise, Sanji holes up in the kitchen... not cooking. Not even boiling a pot of water. He's sitting on top of the counter instead of the stools, elbows resting against his knees, hands folded, staring into the distance...
Eventually he'll get moving, he tells himself. There's always something to do, and he's not really a man comfortable in marinating in his own sadness.
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