[ sanji & jae-ha have dinner dates ]

[alttitude]

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

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[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.]