[They all have to eat at some point, and Zenitsu doesn't care much to socialize right now. The kitchen is quieter than the mess hall, so that's where he goes to grab a bite when he finds someone else already there.]
[Watching Sanji, he nods slowly before approaching the pantry.
His eyes are swollen, and he absentmindedly rubs at one as he's looking for something simple to consume when he jerks his hand away with a sharp gasp. In the process he drops the canned good he was moving aside; it hits the floor with a heavy thud and rolls away.]
Oi. Maybe... take a seat, alright? Lemme know what you're hungry for. I'll make it.
[Sanji is... well, he's trying to be gentle about this. He and the other don't know each other very well, and while Sanji knows he could a crueler, could take a more pragmatic approach and inquire about his swollen eyes, it doesn't seem all that necessary right now]
Hastily, he crouches down to pick up the fallen can and return it to its proper place. He doesn't look at Sanji, because this is, frankly, embarrassing even for him.]
... Thinking, reassessing, working through a landmine of topics. His hands go on autopilot immediately, with such ease that Sanji's almost surprised when the food is complete, simple sandwich or no. He'll plate it and bring it over to the other, placing it in front of him]
[Zenitsu isn't so oblivious as to not realize what that alternative could be. He decides against commenting on it as he gingerly reaches for the sandwich.
[The shift is palpable, and his gaze drops back down to the sandwich.
He wonders what the trial will be like tomorrow. Will the body be there, or will they have to search again? Such a dreadful thought.
He takes a bite of the sandwich—and pauses, because it seems that anything Sanji makes tastes wonderful, no matter how simple. He chews, swallows, and thinks about what to say to something so intense the while.]
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Week 2: Friday
Ah.
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[A quiet admission from Sanji's corner in the kitchen, a cup of some liquid settled in front of him. He glances at Zenitsu, eyes tire]
I figure you're not up for socializing.
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His eyes are swollen, and he absentmindedly rubs at one as he's looking for something simple to consume when he jerks his hand away with a sharp gasp. In the process he drops the canned good he was moving aside; it hits the floor with a heavy thud and rolls away.]
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Oi. Maybe... take a seat, alright? Lemme know what you're hungry for. I'll make it.
[Sanji is... well, he's trying to be gentle about this. He and the other don't know each other very well, and while Sanji knows he could a crueler, could take a more pragmatic approach and inquire about his swollen eyes, it doesn't seem all that necessary right now]
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Hastily, he crouches down to pick up the fallen can and return it to its proper place. He doesn't look at Sanji, because this is, frankly, embarrassing even for him.]
A-anything . . . I'll eat anything.
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[Mmmph, considering how energetic and happy Zenitsu had been this week, this is painful to watch.]
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[He's caused enough of a mess already, so he sits down in a corner and stares up at the ceiling.]
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... Thinking, reassessing, working through a landmine of topics. His hands go on autopilot immediately, with such ease that Sanji's almost surprised when the food is complete, simple sandwich or no. He'll plate it and bring it over to the other, placing it in front of him]
... You were at the nurse's office, yeah?
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He murmurs his polite gratitude when the sandwich is placed in front of him. This time, he looks up at Sanji and nods.]
Because of that, my eyes hurt.
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[tears because of heartbreak and/or embarrassment? Yeah. That was Sanji's second bet.]
At least this shit will go away tomorrow.
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Speaking of tomorrow.]
He was from the same place as you, wasn't he?
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[Everything about Sanji, from his presence to his expression, slides into neutrality]
We weren't close, hardly talked, but. [A shrug]
He was important to some, so I'm not gonna tolerate anyone bullshitting around tomorrow.
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He wonders what the trial will be like tomorrow. Will the body be there, or will they have to search again? Such a dreadful thought.
He takes a bite of the sandwich—and pauses, because it seems that anything Sanji makes tastes wonderful, no matter how simple. He chews, swallows, and thinks about what to say to something so intense the while.]
I'm sure everyone will do their best.