[oh thank whatever god was listening. it's not -- good, it's still not good, koby can feel that, the grief and hollow horror that emanates from sanji still. he probably doesn't want comfort -- probably imagines himself deserving of being alone in his grief. but koby is koby, and he's looking after nami and he's also nudging that sweet-blush-pink curl of hereiam up against the shape of sanji's mind, his soul, nothing but warmth and echoing grief and love, despite it all, despite everything.]
Thank you. I'll keep checking in on you two. Let me know if she needs anything.
[ he can feel koby's concern from here, his willingness to be helpful as he always is, as he always wants to be. he'll be stretching himself thin too, so sanji will make sure he makes enough food to make a stop at koby's door as well. ]
it's fine. you know i didn't really give a shit about him anyway.
[ blocked and reported if you call him out on this. ]
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Thank you.
I'll keep checking in on you two. Let me know if she needs anything.
And I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry, Sanji.
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[ he can feel koby's concern from here, his willingness to be helpful as he always is, as he always wants to be. he'll be stretching himself thin too, so sanji will make sure he makes enough food to make a stop at koby's door as well. ]
it's fine. you know i didn't really give a shit about him anyway.
[ blocked and reported if you call him out on this. ]
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I'll keep an eye on Nami until you get there. I'll make sure she's safe.