Week 3, Friday Post-Investigation - Sanji

[fragileprophet]

[Oh cool, great, more people are dead and there's smoke everywhere. Ion can't even make it into the kitchen, honestly. Even if the smoke is billowing out, he's in the doorway coughing, his weak lungs struggling against the foul smell. Gripping the wall, his legs bend, but he manages to keep himself held up.]

What happened? Who would've--

[This is horrible? THEY EAT FROM HERE?]

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[concasse]

[Even if Sanji did not have questions involving Ion's constitution, he would still appear at the door to the kitchen like an impassible wall of disapproval, immediately shooing him RIGHT BACK OUT]

Someone set the center counter on fire. It's out, but the smoke's gonna be there a while.

[Sanji's pissed. No two ways about it. But it's an anger that just sets a deep, dark frown in his expression rather than manifest into a fit.]

C'mon, neither of us need to be breathing that in.