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[oda_hates_me]

[Someone doesn't appreciate what he's stuck in.

It's not the main outfit he's got a problem with, either, like the pants and shirt - being more comfortable than half the shit he's seen. Even the questionable headpiece that puts his masculine pride on the line, he can deal with.

But. The shoes. Or what the fuck ever they are.

Oh ho, he's

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[Action] - |D dat icon.

[chiisaichou]

[Miyabi was just coming back from the forest, looking rather sullen and holding a few scrolls under her arm. She had to come home from the forest early, as there was dead animal - one that she knew personally - in her favorite painting spot. That rather kills the creativity, you see.

When the girl spots that odd looking mn from afar, however, she stops. Golden hair...a flute player...that dream again.

Dropping her things, Miyabi dashes right over.]

Wait!!

[Action] - tis amazing 8]

[oda_hates_me]

[When he hears her approach, the urgency in her voice is enough to be concerning. Sanji turns quickly and crouches a little lower so he's not looming over her] Miyabi-chan? What's wrong?

[Action] - Glad you like. ♥

[chiisaichou]

Sanji?

[She comes to a halt right in front of him, staring up at him for some time, as if not really expecting to see him in that kind of get up. Once she realizes that yes, it is him (and not the person she thought), the looks of disappointment is laughably noticeable.]

Oh. I'm sorry. I thought--...ah, n-nevermind.

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[oda_hates_me]

[Clearly not his fault - it isn't as if he asked to be dressed up like a Nippon swordsman - but her disappointment still stings and leaves him feeling guilty]

Not who you thought it was?

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[chiisaichou]

[She smiles weakly, looking a bit apologetic. It's not like she wasn't happy to see him, but...]

Kind of... I just thought you were someone else, by the way you're dressed. [She gives him a long, hard glance - raising a brow at the geta in particular. Sanji, how in heaven's name are you even standing?! She takes one of the sleeves in between her fingers and feels the fabric, as if trying to remember by touch.] You look like someone I think I've seen before, when I was really, really young. He has gold hair, but it was really long, and played a song on a flute just like that one...

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[oda_hates_me]

Aah... Are you from Kushi-san's world? [It might seem like an out-of-place question, but he's asked it for a reason]

She said I look like a man she's seen, too.

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[chiisaichou]

Oh, you know Miss Kushi? [She smiles brightly.] Yes, that's right! Kushi's from Nippon just like I am, but a different part. I think she said a long time ago she's from Kamiki, the village in the legend about Nagi and Shiranui.

[The girl's smile falters, and she looks genuinely confused for a moment. Her eyes scan over the clothes Sanji's wearing, and the flute, lingering on it.] But...that's not possible. Not unless he was a poncle. It was decades ago when I first heard that song.

[No, that is not an exaggeration.]

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[oda_hates_me]

[... Decades.

It's a small detail to grasp, but one Sanji's having a hard time jumping over. If it's been decades... then...

Maybe Kushi-san saw this guy from the back and didn't catch his age. Which would of course mean Miyabi's much older than him (why isn't that as much of a surprise as it could be?) Or they're two different people? Or she did meet a poncle and left the detail out]

Maaah. [his brow furrows the deeper he digs for an answer he's not gonna find] I dunno. Kushi-san didn't elaborate much, but the way she spoke of him... I doubt the person she's referring to was a poncle. [Otherwise, how would she have recognized him so completely?]

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[chiisaichou]

[Yes, Sanji, you little sister isn't really your little sister. Not in age, at least. She has you beat by about sixty years or more. But it's a detail the poncle disregards for some deep thought. She closes her eyes and thinks, speaking softly, but out loud.]

But then how...? The Lucky Mallet? [She opens her eyes and stares at his face, frowning as she tries, perhaps, to see a face that wasn't Sanji's. She can't remember it, though She saw the golden-haired man from behind.] Mm, I'll have to ask Kushi about it later.

Ah, but can you walk with those, Sanji-nii? You can hold onto me if you have to. I actually wanted to ask if I could use your restaurant to make some peach buns for people. They're my specialty!

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[oda_hates_me]

[He nods, prepared to let the subject go. It's not one he can help with.

The latter, however, he strikes a grin at]

Not to worry, Miyabi-chan~! I've already gotten used to the things.

And of course you can! I wouldn't mind trying one myself.

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[chiisaichou]

[That's also the reason why she dropped the subject. Sanji couldn't know anything about it, there was no way he could. She'll just have to ask Kushi or Ammy about it later, if this man really was alive. Miyabi really just wanted to know who he was.

But enough of that. Sanji's grin is contagious, and she claps her hands together happily.]

Thank you very much!! I'll be sure to make a batch especially for you and your crew! They're nothing special, but they're desserts, and really good. [She puffs up her chest proudly.] I can make them even better than Mrs. Seal. Can we go now or are you busy? I'll take good care of things if you are, I promise.

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[oda_hates_me]

Hooo, they'll be glad to hear that. [Free food? Oh, they'll be ecstatic.] And I can make time for Miyabi-chan~! I wanna see how you make these.

[He figures a little time out of the gloomy streets will be good for both of them. They're thankfully not far from Seventh Heaven, either, and starts leading her in the proper direction]

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[chiisaichou]

Hee, thank you, Sanji. But you don't have to if you're really busy. [But Miyabi does follow him to the restaurant. She'll...try to wipe the makeup off to cook, she really will! Stupid Halloween.] Ah, but if I show you how to make them, you can't tell anyone else! If you do, I won't forgive you!!

[No, really, she is totally serious. For reals. Maybe. 8| She'll be really mad.]

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[oda_hates_me]

I won't tell a soul, I promise~!

Is it a secret recipe?

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[chiisaichou]

...Kind of. My mama taught me, when I was really small. I can still remember everything she said on how to make them.

[She just couldn't remember her face at all anymore. Nor her father's. Miyabi smiled a bit sadly to herself, before bustling around the kitchen to gather up some of the ingredients to clear her thoughts. Two types of flour and some sugar were the things she found rather easily.]

Do you have red bean paste?

[Action]... miya keeps activating headcanon, damn 8|

[oda_hates_me]

[My mama taught me.

His walk slows to a crawl, then stops mid-step as Miyabi hurries to select what she needs. And Sanji does nothing besides watch her silently.

... Yours too, Miyabi-chan?

Heh. The smile on his lips wavers into something thoughtful, as his mind remembers a pair of hands and a cheerful voice from long ago that he honestly can't remember now. He never really could, which is maybe why it doesn't hurt to think about.

The two of them always seem to have more in common than he realizes. Maybe they really are siblings.]

Huh? Oh yeah. [Enough of that - he shakes himself away from the past and clops his way toward a high shelf.] Just up here. [He reaches for a can, presenting it to her]