Hopefully sending him to scorched, muwahahaha...

[concasse]

Mun-chan, now... I've been with you for almost three years - three gloriously enjoyable years at a lady's beck and call, I assure you~!

... But if I may say, I think I can tell by now when your ideas need a little... revision-- N-not by much! [waving hands beseechingly in the air please don't kill him!] Just some tweaking, here and there, I'd be honored to--

...

...


Mun-chan. Promising me new icons isn't gonna make me wanna go to this shitty Scorched place. You've almost hit 250 as it is. [sigh] No, fanart's not gonna cut it either-- Oi! Don't bring Usopp into this!!

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[iattractmushi]

Oooh? [He looks vaguely interested and wary all at the same time. He seems to ponder this, considering what, if anything, else he can add.

Finally,] Well, Sniper will be happy.

[concasse]

[Ah, the very reason he really, really doesn't want to deal with this shit.

Joy. Sanji keeps his stare elsewhere and his voice a temperature a few degrees above chilly] Who the hell is Sniper?

[fourteen]

... dad? What's going on? What's Scorched?

[hiken_ace]

Good luck convincing her, Sanji. I did the same thing with mine, but she sent me to another game anyway.

[concasse]

Some other shitty jamjar the mun-chan insists I stay in--

[He continues quickly though] But I'll still be in Luceti, I promise! She's not pulling me from there, exactly... More like copying me into another game.

[concasse]

... [muttered curses]

Damn it, was worth a shot anyway.

[fourteen]

... oh.

[ A beat. She's not sure what to think about that, alright. Her mouth works, a little. ]

Well ... you better not leave! [ Tries a smile. IS IT WORKING? ] So... a second game, huh? What's it like?

[iattractmushi]

[Have a surprised look that's... well, very much akin to the look a kicked puppy might have. What the hell man, he's trying to help you out here.]

Oh, right. Usopp. I call him Sniper because...

[And instead of finishing he just lets his voice trail off, as his own gaze slides to the side.] Ahhh... doesn't matter.

[concasse]

[Not... really - it will take more than smiles to quell the twisting butterflies in Sanji's stomach, but if she's decided on this angle, Sanji sure as hell won't show how much this move bothers him.]

Not that different from Luceti~! But instead of the shitty Malnosso there's some type of... mist? Fog? Whatever it is, the stuff's made of magic and likes to cause mayhem.

[concasse]

[...]

Because you're friends with him? [Statement delivered with more neutrality than the last. Sanji still concentrates his efforts on staring at the floor]

[fourteen]

... I'm not sure if that's better or worse. Now there's no one to blame.

[ Also yeah guess what. GUESS WHO'S NOTICED GINKO. Guess who places a hand over her mouth, and then just sort of g l a n c e s at him. ]

[iattractmushi]

[Yes.]

...it's a little more complicated than that.

[concasse]

[Guess who is handling this like a mature adult with his eyes angled towards the floor, attempting to keep all specks of misery off his face?]

... Tch, didn't think of it that way. [He rubs nervously at his neck... and doesn't know what else to say right now.]

[concasse]

[Well, now he does fancy him with a stare] That so?

[fourteen]

... dad ...

[ Moves over to stand beside him and take his hand in hers. SHE KNOWS WHAT'S BUGGIN' YOU, MAN, YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM HER. ]

[earnedmystripes]

[Well. He's. Heard things. It's pretty hard not to when your mundane spends an evening cackling like a maniac.]

A-ah, I uh, apologize in advance. For the. Not-remembering thing, I mean.

[concasse]

...

Well don't.

[Sanji's voice is flat and unforgiving at the moment. Please hold as he tries to reign in his temper and offer up more of an explanation]

There's no shitty reason for you to apologize.

[concasse]

... I'll be alright. [It's his turn to chance a weak smile, offer the hand a squeeze] Mun-chan's right, Usopp will be there.

[Even if his nakama doesn't know]

[iattractmushi]

Mmm.

[He doesn't add anything for a moment--and still not looking at you, sorry.]

We lived in... another place for a few years. He's a good kid.

1/2

[concasse]

[Different place. Different experiences. Different memories.

You really aren't his. And selfishly, Sanji wishes that fact would help him now]

[concasse]

Yeah, he is. And a shitty handful.

... Thanks for keeping an eye on him.

[thejakeisalie]

[Lifting a single eyebrow, but otherwise looking pretty Public Face over here.]

You really do sound like him.

[He's torn between asking how that's even possible, and just leaving.]

[earnedmystripes]

[The most sheepish of sheepishly awkward grins.]

I know it's...not my fault and all, but...[SEE FAI, he's trying the whole 'not blaming himself for everything' thing! ...Failing, but trying?]

I-it's gotta be weird, right? Not having a friend remember you...

[Kotetsu rubs at his arm, looking off to the side. He'd like to reach out, but he's not sure how.]

...I think I'd feel pretty crap if I showed up somewhere randomly and Fai didn't remember me. Or Miata.

[Yes, he is--vaguely--talking about his feelings. Don't fall over in shock.]

[concasse]

Eh? Oh, you mean--

[There's something akin to recognition in Sanji's glance-over, though it's quickly overtaken by wry humor]

Good thing you won't have any shitty troubles telling us apart.

1/2

[concasse]

Don't--