✿ Forty-Forth Ink Drop ✿ - [Voice]
[It's morning. Miyabi had neglected opening her journal for the time following the experiment for selfish reasons, just to calm down and gather herself. She still had to apologize to everyone, especially those she was closest to, but...she just was very afraid. With everything piled up onto her shoulders, getting yelled at would just break her even
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That is a beautiful song.
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I am sorry.
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The voice, too...right. She owes this person an apology for a wholly different reason.]
...Please don't apologize, miss. I...it's me who should apologize to you. I showed you...g-great disrespect some time ago, d-during that experiment... I was, uhm...not myself. I think. [Oh, but she was, more or less. That anger was real and very much her own.] ...I'm sorry.
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[Never the less it is something this girl is concerned about.]
Don't apologize, Mellorine-chan. There's nothing you could do that could change a prince's heart.
[How strange to be saying things like that of her own volition. Though this time it is what she supposes Sanji would want to do]
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H-He never...told me wh-what that meant...
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Mellorine is a kind of ice cream. It's very good.
[She hesitates a moment]
I'm sorry if it upsets you. I could call you something else, if you like.
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...Miyabi, miss, but you can call me Miya, if you'd like. That's my name.
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My name is Robin.
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It's an honor to meet you too, Miss Robin. [She pauses, then--] Did you...d-did you know Sanji, at all?
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He is my crew mate so I know him fairly well.
[Though not as long as the rest of them have known each other.]
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He's spoken about you, I think. You're the...uhm... [What did Sanji call it? Miyabi has no idea, the word was foreign to her, and long.] Ar...arc...
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[And even though she knows Sanji would have likely spoken about her, she wonders...]
What did he say?
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[Even though she doesn't exactly know what that is. Is it something like a historian? This woman seemed very wise, at least at a glance through the journal. She'll question the title in a bit. For now, though, Miyabi has to think back, way back. Even after that long pause, she doesn't come up with much.]
Well, I can't remember much, but he always spoke highly of you. [And, with the best flourish she can muster up, clasped hands over her heart, chin raised, eyes closed, she makes a Sanji impression.] Uwaaah! Robin-chwaaan~! ♥
[The impersonation makes her laugh - hard, but only for a minute or so, before it become a quiet gasping. Oh, those fond, marvelous memories. They were amazing, but heartbreaking. She misses that flourish, and that silliness.]
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That's a very nice impression. I'm sure he was quite fond of you.
[Of course Sanji was always quite fond of females in general but this girl seems cuter than most and must know him very well indeed to have such fond laughter. She wonders how they had known each other but this doesn't seem to be the best question to ask since he is gone.]
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Miyabi closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.]
...Can you tell me more about him? How long have you been sailing together?
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[As for speaking about him, that's always a complicated question. Like most of her nakama he isn't as simple as he may seem, but at the same time you get what you see if you know how to look.]
[What to say, though? She knows a little about his past, that he worked on the Baratie and a little about the Baratie itself from rumors she's heard on her travels. But what implications that has on him today, she doesn't know and it's likely not what Miya-chan is asking about]
Why don't you tell me what you know and then I'll fill in what I can.
[So that she can guess the kinds of things on the girl's mind.]
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Sanji is an amazing person. I know that he loves to cook...and every meal he's made for me was delicious. He even caters specifically to my tastes. He's kind, strong....a little brash sometimes, but he's also very polite. [To women at least.] When we first met, he didn't treat me differently. He treated me like a lady, and...and I really respect that. He's also cared for me and protected me, and comforted me...
[Her voice cracks a little bit, but she keeps going, tears welling up in her eyes.] We'd cook together sometimes, and...a-and he'd always seem so happy. It was like he was at home in the kitchen, and I could always l-laugh and s-smile...when we cooked together. He taught me a l-l-lot of recipes...that I would n-never have known...o- ( ... )
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