𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐍 — 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 .

[sanji]

CORRESPONDENCE

...OF THE ESTEEMED LORD SANJI, FIRST OF HIS NAME, HAILING FROM THE REALM OF ONE PIECE, RESIDING, AT PRESENT, IN THE NAVAL QUARTER. UNWED.

By way of audio, video, personal caller, or delivery.

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UN: Mr. Bushido | Text

[forkuina]

what the hell do you think you're doing
harassing people publicly with these snails
get a hold of yourself

you're an embarrassment

( aka: leave tsukuyo alone. )

[sanji]

HARASSING???

[ the nerve of him after what he's been discovering! ]

As if you're one to talk!
I know you've been making Tsukuyo-chan suffer!

Where are you so I can bash your spine with my foot!!!!

[forkuina]

tsukuyo-chan? what the hell are you addressing her like that for??

don’t talk as if you know her at all

besides

after how you acted at that stupid dance, how can i trust you not to grab all over me like a sex-crazed maniac again?

[sanji]

How do YOU know her?
All of that about not caring for women but you sure didn't waste time getting cozy!

[ someone's big mad. probably hypocritically so. ]

And who the hell would be sex-crazed over you???
It was your gross face rubbing all over me like a damn feline!

[forkuina]

i don’t want to hear any of that from you

( you’re on thin ice, fucko. )

unless you want to piss me off, leave her name out of your perverted mouth

and don’t talk about my gross face after starting that whole mess. you’re the one who dragged me down on top of you in front of everyone!! these people are still talking about it!!!

next time, keep your creepy, dirty desires to yourself!!!!

probs during the graduation party??

[forkuina]

hey
HEEYYYYY

OI

SHITTY

[sanji]

[ ....... can he just ignore that?

yeah, he's ignoring it.










ugh. ]

What the hell do you want?

[forkuina]

( so much for ignoring him. )

you should open a restaurant while we’re here

that’s all

[sanji]

Am I really hearing that from you?

Restaurants require a lot of care and attention.
We're supposed to be trying to get back to Luffy.

[forkuina]

you don’t have to tell me that

if anyone wants to get back to the captain, it’s me

but it’s not going to happen overnight

if this place is anything like the last one, the one in charge is going to do whatever she can to stop us

whether it’s crystal guards and royalty or the one calling herself a goddess, they make going home as hard as possible

so you shouldn’t put your dreams on hold on the meantime

don’t hold back like you did before

[Action] Hehehehehehe

[permboy]

[ Since Sanji decided to propose to him after literally just meeting him - maybe he encouraged it a bit, but it's not important - he hasn't seen the man. It's not that he necessarily expected Sanji to realise that the woman he proposed to is actually Gintoki, but he's still sort of surprised that he hasn't realised it. How many people with white hair and red eyes are there around here anyway? See, this is why the silhouette is so important! If he'd been allowed to just wear his own clothes, maybe it would have been obvious!

Anyway, it's been a while, but he happens to ... not run into Sanji, but pass him by while he's asking the citizens of Andovale about this mystery woman. And how is he meant to resist? ]

Ah, you're looking for someone?

[sanji]

[ a lot had happened during their little trip to charm school — a lot — but amongst all the chaos and complicated incidents, sanji can very clearly remember his little proposal towards a very cute girl. the whole thing had been on a whim; the moment she'd assumed that he was proposing, sanji's lovestruck heart had spoken before his head could actually process it.

but as cute as she'd been, sanji had already decided he couldn't get married here, not while he's committed to returning to his crew at the end of all of this. leading her on with marriage — well, that's about the worst thing he could do to a woman! which is why he needed to find her and beg for her forgiveness while clearing up the misunderstanding.

except, no matter where he seemed to go, he couldn't actually find her. even as he spoke the name ginko to everyone he asked, no one had ever seemed to have heard of anyone called that.

he's frowning, lighting up a new cigarette now that the previous one has become nothing but a stub, before he's raising his gaze in seeing a familiar face. ]

Oh, it's you. [ he shrugs. ] A woman. I doubt you'd know her.

[permboy]

Aaa? Why not? You think women like you better than me? You think you're better than me? Gimme a break!

[ That sure sounds different from the fawning he did at Sanji over the network that one time ........ ]

[sanji]

Eh?

[ well, sanji had barely been giving him much attention, his mind preoccupied with his search and his gaze attentive to his cigarette, but he looks up with that sudden line of questioning, his curly brow furrowing with a scoff from his mouth. ]

Of course they do. I'm a gentleman. What, you sayin' you're a ladies man now?

[permboy]

You saying I ain't?! You know nothing about me! I bet this woman you're looking for ran away from you.

[ No, he's not sure why he's doing this. The point of this whole thing was to laugh at Sanji realising Ginko was a man all alone, and now he's just saying a bunch of crap instead. It's not like he actually cares. ]

UN: Mr. Bushido | Text

[forkuina]

WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO TSUKUYO?

[sanji]

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING???
I SAID I'D NEVER DO A THING TO HER

[forkuina]

AND I'M SAYING YOU'RE A CREEP

IF SHE RAN AWAY, IT'S OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE YOU GROSSED HER OUT
WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST CALL HER TSUKUYO LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!!!

[sanji]

IDIOT IF SHE RAN AWAY IT'S BECAUSE SHE COULDN'T TOLERATE YOUR STINK
TAKE A DAMN BATH AND STOP SNORING SO LOUDLY
LEARN SOME DAMN MANNERS WITH A WOMAN ON BOARD

1 / 2

[forkuina]

I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS, SHITTY BROWS
TSUKUYO IS MISSING AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT
SHE DOESN'T WANT ME TO BE ANYTHING LIKE YOU

this isn't here

[floresco]

[ Aching, and so, so tired of moving, it’s nothing short of a miracle that Aerith made it. There would be no way to rest until she went home, assuring herself that however crazy things might have gotten in the forest, Tifa and Zack are fine, and Lorcan’s been looking after the garden - though even he looks a little worse for wear, and bashfully avoids Aerith’s bleary gaze while shoving pieces of toast and glasses of lemon water at her as she staggers through the cottage checking on everything.

For what might be the first time since she arrived here, Aerith walks through the streets of Andovale and doesn’t feel the weighty gaze of the judgemental locals. Nobody cares that she’s still wearing the shift she had on in the forest because they all look like hell too - and she recognizes enough of them from among the chaos of the party to feel right about assuming that like her, they probably feel like hell as well.

As much as her head aches, she feels grateful that she’s not alone in that - she wants to disappear into Sanji’s room and not come out until she feels more like a human being (ha) again - and she doesn’t have it in her to climb through the window. Today, she feels okay about getting away with using the front door, today, everybody’s got a headache. ]

Sanji–

[ It’s wail, and it’s a croak and a whimper too - every weak and mournful tone her voice can have jumbling together when she drags herself inside, swinging the door closed behind her before calling his name.

Likening this feeling to being hit with a terrible cold, Aerith knows if she lets herself linger, she’s not going to be able to move again without effort, so she keeps right on plodding through the boat, familiar enough with the layout to find her way to his room with relative ease. ]

Sanji, let me sleep over?

neither is this

[sanji]

[ sanji's no stranger to this post-party feeling. how many celebrations did the straw hats join into on the islands they visited, being offered booze by the locals as thanks for saving them out of a pinch? how many nights at sea resulted in hours of the crew's boisterous laughter upon the deck as they chugged drinks between dances choreographed to the tune of brook's medleys? for a pirate, none of this should be new, especially for a searfaring cook who's made more than his fair share of hangover breakfasts, and yet he's never felt quite this groggy in the morning that followed.

he definitely hasn't forgotten any of the events either, at least he doesn't think so, recalling daring things spoken, significant promises made, promiscuous acts performed — it's all a swirl of simply too much that he hasn't even had the ample time allowed to decide whether some of it is worth regretting or not.

right now, all he cares about is getting clean.

he's in his room, stripping himself of last night's clothes, catching peeks in the mirror of all the markings that assure nothing had been a dream, not with the evidence of love bites and scratches along his neck and collar, some carrying over to his back — and not all created by one solitary person, either.

kicking off his trousers, he sighs, standing there in the middle of his room trying to navigate through the headache as he peers around the space, looking for his towel so he can wrap it around himself before heading to the bath.

before he gets a chance to, he hears the call of his name somewhere else on the boat, confusion slow to unravel itself in his mind, knowing for sure it isn't tsukuyo's voice (and definitely not zoro's), but not quite sure why he would be hearing aerith here, no matter how well he knows the voice to be hers. it's what keeps himself on a delay by the time she does reach his room, quick enough to catch him standing in the middle of it, naked from head to toe. ]

Aerith-chan ... ? [ he blinks at her, brain slowly reconfiguring itself before he acknowledges his current lack of wear. considering their history of how much she's seen him naked, there's no reason to feel modest about it, but a red tint still spreads on his cheeks anyway as his hands move to cup over his crotch for a makeshift censoring. ] I was just — I was about to — [ wait, she asked a question. ] Of course you can! I mean — you ... want to stay here?

[floresco]

[ It hurts when her forehead wrinkles in confusion, but she can't help looking at him oddly after he seems so surprised by her question. Groaning, her hand goes up to her face, scrubbing her forehead as she heads into his bedroom, nudging the door shut behind her with her heel. ]

Of course, I do. That's okay, right?

[ She wants to think it's okay, and if she were less achy she might figure out why he seems so bewildered by her turning up like this, but even at her most sober, Aerith works to not think about the parts they play in one another's lives too heavily. Coming over to recover is not the same thing as seeing him on sunny afternoons that usually end as the daylight shining in from his bedroom window begins to fade.

Too tired to feed into the quiet urge to hesitate, Aerith reaches for her shift, pulling it off before tossing it aside for good. Like him, her skin's marked here and there with lovebites and a few scratches, and, like him, she stops and looks at herself when her reflection in his mirror catches her eye. ]

Yikes. [ Reaching up, she fluffs her hair, turning back to him with a squinty look of dismay. ] I promise next time I come over, I'll look better than I do now.

[sanji]

[ it seems like it's simultaneously a fair and peculiar question to ask, since it isn't like it'd be the first time aerith has made herself comfortable in his bedroom, but there has been a pattern to how she spends time there, usually limited to afternoons that ultimately feature very little sleeping at all before she has to make her exit back out through his window. ]

Of course it's o—

[ he barely gets an answer out before he's watching her strip off her shift, eyes following the fabric unveil the fully naked skin underneath. it really doesn't matter how many times he's seen it; his eyes still reshape themselves into a pair of thumping hearts as the rest of his body flushes all over from the sight of her every every curve beautifully exposed.

when she turns to look at him, he only barely manages to collect himself, lips cheesing into an affection smile with natural ease. ]

What do you mean? You're always looking beau-ti-ful as ever, Aerith-chan~ ♡

[ he's not even hiding the way his eyes admire her from head to toe, heart pounding delightfully at all that naked flesh. it doesn't matter that he's seen it before, that he'd gotten to enjoy it plenty out in the woods not too long ago, and that some of those love bites on her skin now happen to give credit to his mouth, he never gets tired of looking at her. ]

I was about to jump into a bath now, if you ... wanted to join me?

a video message sent late at night, late july

[floresco]

[ It's clear from the background that Aerith's in the middle of one of the many taverns populating Andovale, and it's also clear - from the ridiculously big grin on her face and the way she's swaying in her seat that she's gotten fairly deep in her cups before reaching for her communicator. ]

Sanji! [ She sounds as bright and excited as she would be seeing him in the flesh, and indeed it's the thought of all the times she has that runs through her mind, making her almost light up from within. ]

I... [ Everything. Everything to the point that it feels like there's a traffic jam on the back of her tongue, all the things she feels and wants to say fighting to be voiced first, tripping over themselves and coming out as the boiled down plain and simple truth that links all the other truths about him together. ] I hope you're always happy.

[ Her gaze darts past the communicator and towards the person who's been holding it and she laughs, slurring out a 'What?!' and reaching off screen for a bottle before the message cuts off abruptly. ]