[After beingtakenhome, sleeping until the afternoon of the 12th, and then staying relatively somber and quiet until the morning of the 13th
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[Forest you say? Well, then, Sanji might hear some rather loud crashes and whams from a fair enough distance away. Somewhat like a fight, but...not. Just like a large and heavy object meeting another large and heavy object.
If he chooses to inquire, the chef will see a somewhat familiar figure with two puffy, pink pigtails swinging an enormous jade axe around at about five or so boulder placed in an open field. Presea's practicing with her newly found Gaia Cleaver and though she shows nothing physically, her attacks are smooth and languid...not to mention destructive. Those rocks are definitely getting pounded on. Big time.
At least she looks like she's enjoying herself. ...Maybe.]
She indeed doesn't smile, that such act has been long suppressed, and stares at him instead of going back to her training, however Presea picks up one of the smoother rocks and takes to instead sharpening her axe before resuming. She'd been heaving it around for a while now, and it had a new nicks in the blade.
...Oh, right. He knew her name, but she didn't know his. And though she really, really didn't care for it, somewhere in her logged memories of long ago, manners dictate that she at least learn it. They were "acquaintances" now. Or something. Without looking up--]
[She repeats the name under her breath to remember it better, then nods. She'll remember it, at least. Letting him go off, she turns her back as well and resumes her training.]
If he chooses to inquire, the chef will see a somewhat familiar figure with two puffy, pink pigtails swinging an enormous jade axe around at about five or so boulder placed in an open field. Presea's practicing with her newly found Gaia Cleaver and though she shows nothing physically, her attacks are smooth and languid...not to mention destructive. Those rocks are definitely getting pounded on. Big time.
At least she looks like she's enjoying herself. ...Maybe.]
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She indeed doesn't smile, that such act has been long suppressed, and stares at him instead of going back to her training, however Presea picks up one of the smoother rocks and takes to instead sharpening her axe before resuming. She'd been heaving it around for a while now, and it had a new nicks in the blade.
...Oh, right. He knew her name, but she didn't know his. And though she really, really didn't care for it, somewhere in her logged memories of long ago, manners dictate that she at least learn it. They were "acquaintances" now. Or something. Without looking up--]
Name?
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Sanji stops walking off long enough to glance over his shoulder] It's Sanji.
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