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( unfortunately, this isn't a nice surprise. he sends chopper out first who makes an attempt to, at least, urge sanji away from the door so zoro can come through.
in one hand he has a small sack, over his shoulder is a much larger one. he looks over at sanji with a nasty look on his face and sucks his teeth before he goes to the railing and tosses the small sack over. the other he drops down with a heavy thunk against the deck, crosses his arms, and glares at the other man. )
This food is bad. What do you want to do with it?
( which should be enough indicator of what creepy crawlies were in the other bag. )
in one hand he has a small sack, over his shoulder is a much larger one. he looks over at sanji with a nasty look on his face and sucks his teeth before he goes to the railing and tosses the small sack over. the other he drops down with a heavy thunk against the deck, crosses his arms, and glares at the other man. )
This food is bad. What do you want to do with it?
( which should be enough indicator of what creepy crawlies were in the other bag. )
[ he doesn't know what to expect when that door opens, raising his brow with even more confusion when chopper appears out of it and tries to guide him out of the way, his gaze still lifting to watch zoro bring out those sacks, following him with eyes all the way to the railing.
he's still a bit confused with the mention of bad food, a moment longer needed to piece it all together, finally undergoing the realization of what exactly it had been in that smaller bag.
all the color disappears from his face, body shuddering. ]
W-was that .... ? Was it all c-covered in .......... ?
he's still a bit confused with the mention of bad food, a moment longer needed to piece it all together, finally undergoing the realization of what exactly it had been in that smaller bag.
all the color disappears from his face, body shuddering. ]
W-was that .... ? Was it all c-covered in .......... ?
( see? this is why he wanted sanji to leave. he was being nice and considerate for once. it's such a rare thing that sanji should've just listened to him. there are many, many things that zoro would and does make fun of sanji for, but this one isn't it. and that's only because zoro can see what it does to him; he remembers the first time and the look on sanji's face. the insult had died halfway through on his tongue and tasted so bitter.
which was weird in and of itself, but.
zoro sighs and lifts his hand to rub at the back of neck. he'd thought about just leaving it in there because he knows how sanji feels about wasted food, but this seems to take precedence because there were so many scuttling around and in a lot of their rice. )
Yeah, don't think about it. Want me to dump it?
which was weird in and of itself, but.
zoro sighs and lifts his hand to rub at the back of neck. he'd thought about just leaving it in there because he knows how sanji feels about wasted food, but this seems to take precedence because there were so many scuttling around and in a lot of their rice. )
Yeah, don't think about it. Want me to dump it?
[ well, of all the things that could've been happening in there, this hadn't been on the list of his considerations, mostly because sanji spends enough time trying not to think about aforementioned creepy crawlies. even now, knowing zoro has already discarded the other sack, he feels sick in his stomach. ]
T-they're all gone, right?
[ he's now recognizing just how much of a favor zoro's granted him here, something that leaves him feeling a flutter of something that's definitely just the sickness of imagining bugs around the ship and nothing else at all.
giving a rub to his arms, easing away the goosebumps underneath his jacket, he sighs, crouching down and carefully tucking open the sack to peer cautiously inside to check the damage. ]
No. Some of it can be washed out. Whatever's inedible can be used for compost and gardening. Even if we can't eat it, food's always got a purpose.
T-they're all gone, right?
[ he's now recognizing just how much of a favor zoro's granted him here, something that leaves him feeling a flutter of something that's definitely just the sickness of imagining bugs around the ship and nothing else at all.
giving a rub to his arms, easing away the goosebumps underneath his jacket, he sighs, crouching down and carefully tucking open the sack to peer cautiously inside to check the damage. ]
No. Some of it can be washed out. Whatever's inedible can be used for compost and gardening. Even if we can't eat it, food's always got a purpose.
( it's annoying that he feels some kind of way about sanji to do this for him. there was a time when he wouldn't have even considered it unless he was asked. but, he'd seen one darting under the door and followed it. he wouldn't say it was an infestation or anything, but there was definitely more than one little gross bug scuttling around in there.
he'd even cleaned up; though chopper did help with that part after getting spooked when the last of them made a pathetic last ditch effort to get away from zoro's boot, anyway. )
Yeah, all gone.
( he watches sanji quietly for a moment, still not understanding why he has such a weird and wild fear of them. he's so much bigger? he uses his feet to fight?? what's the problem??? there's a part of him that wants to actually know, but there's that part of him that doesn't care either. just because that's his way; it's just part of sanji so it is what it is and zoro's not going to push over it. if sanji ever wants to say why, he'll hear him out. )
Just sort it and I'll take what you don't wanna keep.
he'd even cleaned up; though chopper did help with that part after getting spooked when the last of them made a pathetic last ditch effort to get away from zoro's boot, anyway. )
Yeah, all gone.
( he watches sanji quietly for a moment, still not understanding why he has such a weird and wild fear of them. he's so much bigger? he uses his feet to fight?? what's the problem??? there's a part of him that wants to actually know, but there's that part of him that doesn't care either. just because that's his way; it's just part of sanji so it is what it is and zoro's not going to push over it. if sanji ever wants to say why, he'll hear him out. )
Just sort it and I'll take what you don't wanna keep.
[ another day, another failure. that makes it seventeen days now, for those of you at home who are counting. almost three weeks of nonstop searching, only to turn up empty-handed each time. it probably wouldn't sting so bad, if it didn't feel like the island was taunting them each and every time. ]
I'm back.
[ sanji would be able to tell from her flat tone alone that today's search has once again ended in failure. she certainly doesn't need to pour salt on the injury by explaining any further, but given the very nature of their situation, some debriefing is always necessary.
a half-drawn map is set down on oversized barrel they've come to use for dining, along with a waterlogged compass and oil lamp. ]
There's nothing but jungle north of where we stopped last. What we thought might have been another stranded was just the nest of a jaguar and her cubs.
[ some days, the sense of dread and hopelessness is so overwhelming, it feels like the first day all over again. waking up half-soaked in the sand along the island's shoreline, the last few memories of her life before this flickering in and out of her field of vision as the rest of her surroundings filter into view. broken wood, waterlogged crates. every indication of a shipwreck, only angelika had never been on a ship once in her entire life.
two hours later, she finds sanji on another beach, mulling over the remains of a seaplane — something he'd never been on either. it had taken them three days later before coming across this abandoned shed, what would end up being their would-be shelter for the next few weeks. and it was a week and a half later when the island first reached out to them, letting them know their compatriots were in similar situations, looking for them as well. even now, angelika isn't sure if that was meant to be helpful or not.
passing a hand over her face, she pushes out a steadying sigh. it could be worse, she keeps telling herself. it could always, always be worse. ]
I'm back.
[ sanji would be able to tell from her flat tone alone that today's search has once again ended in failure. she certainly doesn't need to pour salt on the injury by explaining any further, but given the very nature of their situation, some debriefing is always necessary.
a half-drawn map is set down on oversized barrel they've come to use for dining, along with a waterlogged compass and oil lamp. ]
There's nothing but jungle north of where we stopped last. What we thought might have been another stranded was just the nest of a jaguar and her cubs.
[ some days, the sense of dread and hopelessness is so overwhelming, it feels like the first day all over again. waking up half-soaked in the sand along the island's shoreline, the last few memories of her life before this flickering in and out of her field of vision as the rest of her surroundings filter into view. broken wood, waterlogged crates. every indication of a shipwreck, only angelika had never been on a ship once in her entire life.
two hours later, she finds sanji on another beach, mulling over the remains of a seaplane — something he'd never been on either. it had taken them three days later before coming across this abandoned shed, what would end up being their would-be shelter for the next few weeks. and it was a week and a half later when the island first reached out to them, letting them know their compatriots were in similar situations, looking for them as well. even now, angelika isn't sure if that was meant to be helpful or not.
passing a hand over her face, she pushes out a steadying sigh. it could be worse, she keeps telling herself. it could always, always be worse. ]
[ even with the passing of several weeks, sanji remains no closer to finding out just how he got here or, even worse, how he could get out. being lost at sea always remains a risk when your entire life is so venture out onto the waters, though typically when he ends up in a trapped predicament, he often has his crew by his side. yet, in all the weeks they've been here, they'd found no other stranded company, much less any with a face that he would recognize from home.
finding angelika had been all the luck he needed, really. to end up on an island with a beauty! of course, he's worried about about his friends, prioritizing finding out exactly how he can get back to them, but at the very least, there isn't a rise of panic. he'd probably have been more annoyed by the situation if it'd been some man in his company instead.
still, it really isn't the worst case for a stranded scenario, not when he's known truly what it means to be on a rock with no resources whatsoever — no plant life, no water, no food. it's to their advantage that this particular island has plenty of foliage with a deep green jungle that stretches quite far, with enough fruit that he's been able to confirm bears no poison. it might not be a consistent string of high class dishes, but sanji's been able to be quite creative with the kinds of salads he's prepared consistently for their regular nutrition.
despite their luck in certain areas though, he can see the disappointment in her eyes when she returns. ]
Don't worry, Angelika-chan. We'll find someone soon enough.
[ he gives her a reassuring smile, one that she may not even realize is rare in its appearance of lacking a cigarette being tucked between his lips. if he weren't getting his regular daily dose of woman-in-his-presence, he might have lost his mind from the lack of a good smoke.
stepping to that central barrel, he sets down the piece of carved bark that's been used as a makeshift plate, some healthy greens sprinkled above it with a scatter of nuts and berries. ]
You should eat. [ he offers, his voice soft. ] Maybe tomorrow I can take up the search instead. Give you some time to rest.
finding angelika had been all the luck he needed, really. to end up on an island with a beauty! of course, he's worried about about his friends, prioritizing finding out exactly how he can get back to them, but at the very least, there isn't a rise of panic. he'd probably have been more annoyed by the situation if it'd been some man in his company instead.
still, it really isn't the worst case for a stranded scenario, not when he's known truly what it means to be on a rock with no resources whatsoever — no plant life, no water, no food. it's to their advantage that this particular island has plenty of foliage with a deep green jungle that stretches quite far, with enough fruit that he's been able to confirm bears no poison. it might not be a consistent string of high class dishes, but sanji's been able to be quite creative with the kinds of salads he's prepared consistently for their regular nutrition.
despite their luck in certain areas though, he can see the disappointment in her eyes when she returns. ]
Don't worry, Angelika-chan. We'll find someone soon enough.
[ he gives her a reassuring smile, one that she may not even realize is rare in its appearance of lacking a cigarette being tucked between his lips. if he weren't getting his regular daily dose of woman-in-his-presence, he might have lost his mind from the lack of a good smoke.
stepping to that central barrel, he sets down the piece of carved bark that's been used as a makeshift plate, some healthy greens sprinkled above it with a scatter of nuts and berries. ]
You should eat. [ he offers, his voice soft. ] Maybe tomorrow I can take up the search instead. Give you some time to rest.
( the last two weeks had been incredibly busy and turbulent for reira. with more people under her, working for her, she had to actually put in effort towards her work. she wasn't passionate about it beyond just keeping the band together and playing her role perfectly. so she had been holed up with ren the last few days, strumming along to his bass, a synth in the room and endless amounts of papers filled with notes. she hadn't really seen or been around sanji for a bit, simply opening the door to grab her meals and offering a slightly apologetic look. she was doing this for him after all- for takumi, ren, naoki, her assistant and of course sanji. she needed to make sure things were perfect or everything would come crumbling down.
today would be another day like this, or at least she figured it would be. the tyrant that ran the show would will it to be. so in her bed, curled up under a blanket and fighting off having to wake up for a few minutes, she mentally prepared herself for the list of things she had to do. it wasn't until her phone began to go off, that she finally opened her eyes and realized she was in bed all alone. she didn't want to admit it, but her focus as of late had been on sanji. she woke up to him, ate her meals with him [usually], and spent her nights being loved by him. with takumi barely around due to his new wife, she found herself slowly forgetting about him- or at least she tried.
tell your body guard to stop blowing up my phone.
you have the day off, do whatever you want.
the bright light illuminated her face as she read those words from takumi. what the hell was he talking about? sanji had been speaking to him?
confused and concerned, she sprang out of bed and into the living room of the rented room she had been in. she walked out wearing nothing but a tank top and her panties, phone in hand. it was there that she looked up and saw an endless amount of decorations and gifts in the room, the smell of food filling her senses up. )
What is this?
( or rather what day was it? oh...
it was her birthday. )
today would be another day like this, or at least she figured it would be. the tyrant that ran the show would will it to be. so in her bed, curled up under a blanket and fighting off having to wake up for a few minutes, she mentally prepared herself for the list of things she had to do. it wasn't until her phone began to go off, that she finally opened her eyes and realized she was in bed all alone. she didn't want to admit it, but her focus as of late had been on sanji. she woke up to him, ate her meals with him [usually], and spent her nights being loved by him. with takumi barely around due to his new wife, she found herself slowly forgetting about him- or at least she tried.
tell your body guard to stop blowing up my phone.
you have the day off, do whatever you want.
the bright light illuminated her face as she read those words from takumi. what the hell was he talking about? sanji had been speaking to him?
confused and concerned, she sprang out of bed and into the living room of the rented room she had been in. she walked out wearing nothing but a tank top and her panties, phone in hand. it was there that she looked up and saw an endless amount of decorations and gifts in the room, the smell of food filling her senses up. )
What is this?
( or rather what day was it? oh...
it was her birthday. )
[ sanji doesn't blame her at all for the little time they've had together as of late. after all, her time and attention isn't solely his own and most times he considers himself plenty lucky to receive any of it at all, for all that he finds himself undeserving of such wonderful spoils. still, what does concern him is the thought that reira might be getting overworked, especially when that idiot takumi is concerned, and being aware of what day is fast approaching, sanji puts himself into action to be sure that she gets the time of rest that she deserves for it.
it's why when reira steps out of the door she'll find that the main room is well decorated in celebration of her birthday, pink and yellow balloons scattered around by the dozens in bright colors, matching plumerias set in small vases around the room on every surface. and in the center table, a scatter of dishes, from arugula salads with homemade vinaigrettes, to a well prepared salmon, french onion soup topped with cheeses and bread, and specialty wines to pick from.
as soon as her voice is heard, sanji himself appears from the kitchen, dressed fairly normal in his usual button-up white shirt, except he's also wearing a newly purchased custom trapnest apron from their latest collection of merchandise — except it lacks the rest of the band except a professional shot photograph of reira herself right in the center. his face beams with a bright smile as he throws up his hands. ]
Hello, my beautiful Layla-san~ happy birthday to you, darling!
it's why when reira steps out of the door she'll find that the main room is well decorated in celebration of her birthday, pink and yellow balloons scattered around by the dozens in bright colors, matching plumerias set in small vases around the room on every surface. and in the center table, a scatter of dishes, from arugula salads with homemade vinaigrettes, to a well prepared salmon, french onion soup topped with cheeses and bread, and specialty wines to pick from.
as soon as her voice is heard, sanji himself appears from the kitchen, dressed fairly normal in his usual button-up white shirt, except he's also wearing a newly purchased custom trapnest apron from their latest collection of merchandise — except it lacks the rest of the band except a professional shot photograph of reira herself right in the center. his face beams with a bright smile as he throws up his hands. ]
Hello, my beautiful Layla-san~ happy birthday to you, darling!
( the deliberate choice in colors doesn't escape her because as carefree as she could be, such a detail moved her. there was something else that was bothering her too, the fact that this was all done by sanji for her when really-
takumi should have been the one to do this. not that she wasn't ecstatic and full of happiness over such kindness from sanji, but deep in her heart she wanted the one she had loved for years now to even consider something like this for her. instead he had sent off a text that screamed annoyance to her, failing to mention what day it was.
with a heavy heart, she turned towards sanji and took in his appearance and the way he didn't hesitate to congratulate her on her special day. the apron, his bright smile, it all just made her run immediately into his arms to hug him. she buried her face into his chest, hiding the tears the threatened to pour down her cheeks. )
You did all this for me?
( the food, the decor, the gifts, it was all for her and she couldn't help but feel tearful about the whole thing. she couldn't even remember when she may have told sanji about her birthday, but clearly he cared about her to find out and organize all of this.
this was far more than someone like her, who would betray him in a heartbeat, could deserve. )
You shouldn't have...just having you by my side would have been enough.
takumi should have been the one to do this. not that she wasn't ecstatic and full of happiness over such kindness from sanji, but deep in her heart she wanted the one she had loved for years now to even consider something like this for her. instead he had sent off a text that screamed annoyance to her, failing to mention what day it was.
with a heavy heart, she turned towards sanji and took in his appearance and the way he didn't hesitate to congratulate her on her special day. the apron, his bright smile, it all just made her run immediately into his arms to hug him. she buried her face into his chest, hiding the tears the threatened to pour down her cheeks. )
You did all this for me?
( the food, the decor, the gifts, it was all for her and she couldn't help but feel tearful about the whole thing. she couldn't even remember when she may have told sanji about her birthday, but clearly he cared about her to find out and organize all of this.
this was far more than someone like her, who would betray him in a heartbeat, could deserve. )
You shouldn't have...just having you by my side would have been enough.
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