The only fantasies that really matter [Semiclosed]

[supremeweek]

Characters: Franky, Jim Hawkins (Message me if you want in)
Location: Shop room
Time: Backdated to not long after the Nexus
Content: A man's got to know when to move on.
Format: Prose.
Warnings: Sads.

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Indeed, the boy noticed Franky hadn't been quite himself lately, but Jim had merely shrugged it off as nothing to worry about. After all, how would one describe Franky being "himself" when he so embodied oddness himself? But things had been quiet. As cliched as it was, it was too quiet. Nothing was exploding, or being set on fire; the music wasn't blasting at its usual volumes. No, the more Jim thought about it, the more he was certain something was up.

He had finished his last class of the day and decided to make a bee line for the shop. He had left his board there and asked Franky to give everything a good once over to see if there was anything he missed. Sometimes an extra pair of eyes were essential. Seeing the door was already open, he saw his board set down upon a bench, looking as if whatever work was needed for it had already been provided. He heard some small noises in one of the lockers and out of curiosity spoke out.

"Franky? That you?"

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Franky looked back as the voice called out. Ah. The kid. That was good; he was hoping he'd get a chance to see him before he left. In fact, if Jim hadn't shown up on his own, Franky might have called the kid to come visit before he took off. A guy had to at least have respect for where goodbyes were needed.

He grabbed a cloth to wipe the oil off his hands as he went to where the kid could see him. "Oi. You finishin' up on your board?"

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"Yeah, sure!" He called back, "You see anything wrong with her?"

He turned about to suddenly see him walking up, cleaning his hands. Hopping up so he could sit on top of the workbench, he smiled and patted the board with care. He was proud of what he had made, and very glad Franky gave him the help he needed to get it done. He turned to look at his friend and hear what he had to say.

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"Nahh, she's lookin' fine." The big man allowed himself a grin. It was still hard as ever not to feel good when he saw another person properly excited about their work, and Jim had put a lot of heart into that little gadget. "You did good work on her, kiddo. Good to know you won't need me pickin' over every little detail."

[historycodebook]

There were few staff members Reki had gotten to know more than a name basis, and even fewer that he could consider someone he liked and trusted to do something akin to their job. So, after the Nexus mess, Reki decided to check on one of them. Franky had been on the space station with him, so he had probably gotten thrown into the fray.

Reki knocked on the door frame to the shop room. "Hello? Franky, are you in here?"

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The sound of the knock at the door and the voice of the network guy earned a raised eyebrow. He didn't know what the guy would want with him; maybe just something technical about his job or whatever. Ex-job, as it were. Well, better to let the guy in than wonder.

Franky gave a loud grunt in response, looking back to the dismantling of the sonic cannon he'd put together a while back. "You need something?"

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Frowning for a moment at the grunt, Reki wavered in his decision to check up on the large pant-less teacher. It looked like he was interrupting... something. He didn't have much of a talent for recognizing the pieces of random technology.

Still, he came in all the same; he'd make it short. "I wanted to see how you were doing after everything."

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Network-bro had been on the ship, hadn't he? Yeah, the nerd had been there when he'd found the blueprints, he remembered. Things before the actual Nexus had been kind of hard to keep track of afterwords. Part of him wondered what the guy had gone through, but for the most part he figured it didn't really matter in the slightest.

He gave a shrug. "Ehh. Kinda hard to say." He gave a wry grin, still focusing on finishing off his work. "I guess I'm doing how I need to."

MEANWHILE, IN THE KITCHEN [Strawhat Thread]

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Now, Franky was, under most circumstances, a firm advocate of throwing plans to the wind and flying by the seat of his speedo. But when one has no particular destination in mind while setting off into the world, food was admittedly something that would be worth preparing.

It was with this in mind that Franky strutted into the kitchen, and without pause or check to see if there was a chef lurking somewhere to smack him, he beelined for the pantry and began taking handfuls of food. There was some small thumping and clinking about as he dropped his finds into a large bag; it seemed he'd already taken his stock of cola, as well.

SORRY I have been trying to get used to daylight hours again. Yikes.

[love_hurricane]

Whilst Sanji would have been entirely in support of the original priotization of food supplies in the event of a voyage, without any context the event of walking in on the large robotic man raiding his kitchen was not something the cook was going to be very opened minded about.

"And what, may I ask, do you reckon you're up to?"

A rather distemperate foot had clamped down over the opening of the bag to prevent the miscreant shovelling more ransacked food into it, the other tapping in accompaniment to the severely crossed arms and even crosser expression glowering down at the blue haired mechanic. To say that Sanji looked pissed off was a gross understatement; evidently, crimes involving food supplies were not taken lightly in this kitchen.

"You know, you just have to ask if you want me to shell out the vittles... so there'd better be a damn good reason why you're acting like some painfully incompetent sneak thief."

Recalibrating your sleep can be tough! I get it.

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The sudden interruption to Franky's recruitment of food in the army for his stomach got Sanji a small frown--really, a smaller frown than it might have been otherwise, more upset than annoyed. Mostly, he was hoping he would get out of this without having to bicker it out with the chef, really. He hadn't really been sure how he was supposed to break it to the one-eyed git.

"What're you gettin' so fussy about? A guy's gotta eat, and it ain't like you're short on supplies, huh?" He gave the bag a tug. "C'mon, don't be stingy. You should be glad I'm keepin' myself all up on nutrition and whatever." Beef jerky was full of nutrients, after all.

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Sanji's foot held firm to the extent that the floorboard gave pitiful squeak of protest. Similarly, the frown that Franky was receiving was less murderous than it would have been for most others of the same gender and offense. There was something suspicious about the whole affair, and Sanji was giving his companion a grade A case of stink-eye to let him know.

"You're up to something."

Looming took a back seat, as the cook crouched down to get a good look at Franky's face, metal-riveted nose and all.

"You're not the type to sneak around. This is downright weird for you, and that's saying something- come on, out with it."