[ sanji & jae-ha have dinner dates ]

[alttitude]

i'll put something pretty and gay here later!!

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[concasse]

... What?

[Feeling put on the spot here, and his shoulders give a defensive arch]

The hell are you talking about?

[alttitude]

[A... gesture to the kitchen.]

Are we not dining? Did you get full on all the crumpets they served at the trial?

[concasse]

Oh...

[Glancing away with a fidget, before his eyes fall down to his tea]

Didn't think you'd be hungry.

[Which, y'know. Excuses. Sanji's got a bunch of 'em right now.]

[alttitude]

I didn't remember to eat much, when everything was happening.

[He was... focused, to say the least.

But he watches Sanji, curious and concerned.]

... am I keeping you from something?

[concasse]

... No.

[Despite the pause, his voice is firm.]

If you're hungry, I'll make ya something. Whatever you like.

[alttitude]

Perfect!

[ . . . ]

Well, so long as this isn't out of pity, anyway. You wouldn't do that to me, would you, Chef?

[concasse]

Don't get it twisted.

I'd sooner break your nose.

[Spoken roughly, as he turns on his heel and starts for the kitchen, only keeping in step with the other because his tea might spill otherwise.]

[alttitude]

Ah - then everything is perfect.

[He follows after - though his gaze wanders to the windows as he does, noting them, as if looking for any hints as to how to open them. How to get outside.

How to escape his fate yet again.]

[concasse]

[Sanji's so busy looking straight ahead that he doesn't notice, for once, and that is probably a blessing in disguise.

... He's also quiet on the way to the kitchen.]

[alttitude]

[ . . .

Hm.]

What's gotten into you?

[concasse]

[... holding a breath in his lungs for a beat, letting it out slowly.]

Nothing.

[A shrug]

Got a lot to think about.

[alttitude]

[ . . . a slow gesture of his hand.]

Liiiiiike?

Maybe we're thinking about the same things?

1/? This is just me spamming Sanji's every expression I am not sorry

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4/4

[concasse]

[...]

It's my own business.




[LORD]

[alttitude]

[ . . . ]

What, do you require a trade?

[concasse]

[Sanji hears "trade" in the same tone he'd hear the word "challenge", and sue him; that does get his attention.]

... A question for a question?

[alttitude]

I can agree to that.

[ . . . does he have anything to hide?

Time to find out.]

I'll even let you start.

[concasse]

... You angry at Sharpay-chan, for what she did?

[alttitude]

Some part of me is.

She was chosen for their game, and she thought it was the only way to see her goals through to the end - or something along those lines. So she must've felt cornered.

[ . . . ]

But she chose my Captain.

That - I still can't forgive, even if I know it's not Miss Sharpay's blame alone.

[concasse]

[Nodding slowly at the answer. It's a fair one, and some would say better than Sharpay deserves.

But hey -- Sanji gets the sentiment. Pirate and all that.]

[alttitude]

[Then Jae-ha's question:]

Why did you feel the need to ask me that?

[concasse]

Curiosity, I guess.

[it's the truth]

I give women special treatment, same as you, but I don't know if I could've forgiven Sharpay if it was my own captain who died.

[In fact, he doubts it. Sanji's passion for women has its limits.]

[alttitude]

[ . . . ]

Forgive is a strong word.

[One that Jae-ha isn't sure he can use, but - ]

... I roomed with her for days. She asked me on Thursday night to stay, to not go out after curfew, because she was scared that something might happen. I believed her.

... I wonder if I've been too blind.