[Sayo, you might be good at hiding your emotions, but your boss is also observant. And he's been taking careful note of your progress ever since the return from the war.
The smile he sees never falters, but the memory does. More and more Sanji has had to gently remind her what to do, where to go... and through it all a heavy sort of exhaustion refuses to leave her face. It's a rather jolting change from the youthful vibrancy he's used to, and if he didn't know of her condition, would send her home to sleep.
He's tempted to do just that anyway, when she drops by for work. Instead he smiles and greets her like always, keeping the worry off his face] Good morning, Sayo-san!
Huh. So it's afternoon already... [Time flies and all that. But it also means the rush is coming]
And wonderful, now that I have such lovely company in my sights~! [He does seem a bit zealous today; Maybe Sayo's not the only one with something to hide]
Oh, just fine! A group of little-well, I'm not sure what they were, but they were so cute!-followed me to work, but I managed to find their mother not too far away.
Oh, Summer's more like a continuing of Spring to me, personally. I just prefer the start of it... With everything growing in around now, it almost feels like it's a new little start for everyone...
[And you can put the bad things behind you, renewed.
That's what she was hoping Spring would do for her.]
... I admit, I never thought about it that way. [It's an interesting take on the seasons. Very rarely do people think of them as continuations of each other - no, there's a line they draw between one season and the next, as if they can somehow stiffly regulate what makes up each]
Yes... I've spent a lot of time watching them turn into each other, so I've always looked at each year as... having a lifespan you can read in the weather. Something like that, I think.
[and a little laugh]
Though I've never been able to keep track of how many years I've personally seen.
[Her smile falters a little at that last part, but she turns toward the kitchen to mask whatever uncertainties she may have.]
Ah, we should probably be getting ready, right?
[And she unconsciously sweeps her hand across the arm under her sleeve, feeling a rough line of skin on her forearm that would probably become a scar. Life goes on... she'd been telling herself that a lot, lately, but it's not helping her along as well as she would have hoped.]
... Actually. [Sanji doesn't move from his spot, and his gaze is pointed at the wall] Sayo-san. I was wondering if you'd prefer the day off.
[Even before she can no doubt decline his offer, he looks up, and there's more than casual worry in the way he looks at her] You still look so tired, is all I mean. [Among other things, maybe, but he isn't sure, and for all his concern, Sanji doesn't pry without a proper reason.]
[She smiles. Always a little, quiet smile. It's instinctual by now.]
No, I'm fine; I'd rather be working than waiting around at home, anyway. I-I like to pass the time like this...
[Home hasn't been as comfortable as it used to be, prior to the draft. It's a lonely place made lonelier by all these horrible images she can't let go of.]
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[Sanji nods, and doesn't press the issue for reasons close to Sayo's. If anything, she'd be happy with a distraction. It's not like she can go home, crash into bed, and dream the hours away]
The smile he sees never falters, but the memory does. More and more Sanji has had to gently remind her what to do, where to go... and through it all a heavy sort of exhaustion refuses to leave her face. It's a rather jolting change from the youthful vibrancy he's used to, and if he didn't know of her condition, would send her home to sleep.
He's tempted to do just that anyway, when she drops by for work. Instead he smiles and greets her like always, keeping the worry off his face] Good morning, Sayo-san!
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Ah, good morn-
[It's 12:00. :|a]
Good afternoon! How are you, Sanji-san?
[brb, putting up my coat.]
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And wonderful, now that I have such lovely company in my sights~! [He does seem a bit zealous today; Maybe Sayo's not the only one with something to hide]
Was your morning alright~?
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[So that at least brightened her a little.]
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[And she's been having trouble keeping the months in memory, so seasons'll do. |D;;]
Ah, I want to apologize, too. I'm normally much earlier, but I had a few things to do around the house. I hope you don't mind...
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But he doesn't say that just yet. Maybe a bit of conversation will relax her. And Sanji doesn't mind talk of spring in the air]
Is it? I prefer summer the most.
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[And you can put the bad things behind you, renewed.
That's what she was hoping Spring would do for her.]
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... I admit, I never thought about it that way. [It's an interesting take on the seasons. Very rarely do people think of them as continuations of each other - no, there's a line they draw between one season and the next, as if they can somehow stiffly regulate what makes up each]
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Yes... I've spent a lot of time watching them turn into each other, so I've always looked at each year as... having a lifespan you can read in the weather. Something like that, I think.
[and a little laugh]
Though I've never been able to keep track of how many years I've personally seen.
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And even so, at least the weather let's you that life goes on. [Even if you can't remember. Time keeps moving]
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Ah, we should probably be getting ready, right?
[And she unconsciously sweeps her hand across the arm under her sleeve, feeling a rough line of skin on her forearm that would probably become a scar. Life goes on... she'd been telling herself that a lot, lately, but it's not helping her along as well as she would have hoped.]
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[Even before she can no doubt decline his offer, he looks up, and there's more than casual worry in the way he looks at her] You still look so tired, is all I mean. [Among other things, maybe, but he isn't sure, and for all his concern, Sanji doesn't pry without a proper reason.]
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No, I'm fine; I'd rather be working than waiting around at home, anyway. I-I like to pass the time like this...
[Home hasn't been as comfortable as it used to be, prior to the draft. It's a lonely place made lonelier by all these horrible images she can't let go of.]
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