[There's a distinctive grunt over the journals as a very familiar chef marches through the forest, sounding tired as hell, irritated that he probably missed his captain's birthday, and slightly loopy from those drugs. Ah sedatives.]
Damn bastards, I liked that pair of shoes.Hnnn. So
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O-oi, Sanji! Where are you? Are you okay? Are you bleeding? Do you need someone to get you?
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Yo, Usopp.
I'm fine, just shoeless again.
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Ah- I'll get you another pair later or something. You're sure you're all right, right?
[ Usopp simply is relieved. That's how he rolls. ]
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Good. That's good.
... Are you actually coming home first this time? [ That is his mothering voice when applied to Sanji, yes. ]
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Assuming half of Luceti doesn't stop me on the way first.
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Hey, you're a popular guy. Maybe you can get someone to carry you.
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Like I need to be carried. My legs work just fine.
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They better be working. [ Mutter mutter haet the Malnosso. ] So are you hungry? Thirsty? Cold? Are you dry? Do you want anything when you get here?
[ Fuzzy slippers? A pass on tackle-glomping? Daily news? ]
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Usopp, I'm fine. You can mother me when I get walk through the door, alright?
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Ngh. Spazzing. ]
What about socks?
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And no, I do not have any shitty socks.
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[ The wordless reply: "WHY DO THEY KEEP DOING THIS?!" ] And- and fine! I'll have socks when you get back, too!
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Yes sir. [smiiiiiirk-- and oh hey, you hear that door opening?]
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