Week 0, Saturday Post-Trial - Sanji

[fragileprophet]

Excuse me, Sanji?

[Not terribly long after the end of the trial, Ion's picking up speed (not very much of course, mind you) to catch up with him, cradling one of his arms awkwardly.]

I don't mean to bother you, but could I possibly get your help for a moment?

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[concasse]

[I mean

zooming in on that arm.

Is it the one he cut open for the trial?

-- Speaking of that, making a mental note to scold the fuck out of Ion for that later. These kids are gonna cut his lifespan short]

What's up?