[ sanji & jae-ha have dinner dates ]

[alttitude]

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

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[alttitude]

[Jae-ha is looking for - where no people are. If he hears too much noise coming from one room, he switches directions. Walking aimlessly gives him something to do, even as his mind rattles through in wonder of exactly what could have happened. Did Gi-gan walks this way? Did she meet her assailant here? Or there?

Could there have been anything he did to fix it?

He wanders and if he sees Sanji - it doesn't seem to register. He keeps walking.]

1/2

[concasse]

[concasse]

[This is gonna be an ordeal, isn't it?]

Oi.

[He won't... lunge yet, for once in his life offering Jae-Ha the benefit of the doubt, that he's just so lost in his thoughts that the rest of the world doesn't exist. Sanji can't say he wouldn't be the same.

He's still got a pirate's patience about him, however. That's strike one and two.]

[alttitude]

[ - he hadn't seen Sanji, but now he does. He registers his presence and blinks once, twice.

Then he raises a hand and puts on that thin veneer of a smile.]

I'm not hungry today, Chef. There are other, hungrier stomachs that need your attention.

[because why else would sanji be looking for him?]

[concasse]

I didn't bring food.

[Straight to the point.]

I was looking to talk for a quick sec and then I'll be outta your hair.

[alttitude]

[ ..... well okay. Jae-ha seems to wait for a moment before nodding and making a gesture that Sanji is free to talk.

His expression falls into more of what he feels - the neutral passiveness. No smiles, no frills.]

A quick sec then.

[concasse]

Good.

So you get to choose --

Wine or a spar?

[alttitude]

[ - and his answer to that comes a little too quickly:]

Spar.

[concasse]

[Quick answer or no, Sanji gave him a choice, and Jae-Ha delivered.

He lowers the bottle of wine to the ground.]

Guess I brought this for nothing then.

[S'alright, he'll swing back around to pick it up.]

The foyer then?

[alttitude]

So long as it's clear.

[ . . . though considering what waits in there - ]

I can't promise that I'll be nice.

[concasse]

I'll take that head off your shoulders if you don't give me your best.

[So let's go then, put a good show on for the dead.]