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]

Of course I don't mind.

[His crew is one of his favorite topics. He finishes up wrapping the wound then rocks back a little bit.]

There's nine of us total -- pretty damn small for a crew, actually, but we're pretty set in our roles so it helps shit move smoothly. Nami-swan is our beautiful navigator and bless her keeping everyone in line. Really smart, too! Lady after my own heart.

Oh oh, and Robin-chwan of course! Our archeologist. She's got a real eye for history and has probably read more books than there are people in the world. Had a hard life, but she's with us now, and to be honest, I can't imagine the ship without her.

[Of course Sanji explains the ladies first.]

My captain's Luffy -- a guy who ate a cursed fruit and turned into a rubber man. A goddamn idiot but I guess I wouldn't follow him for no reason. [Sighing] Eats enough for twenty people...

[And so he'll keep going, naming off Usopp the sniper, Franky the shipwright, Zoro the swordsman, Chopper the doctor (who is also a reindeer), and Brook, their skeleton musician with an afro.

It's one hell of a group.]

[fragileprophet]

[I'm glad that I'm canon familiar this warms my heart even if I haven't met Brook yet. Ion follows along with a bright expression on his face, seeming to have temporarily forgotten about the whole mess of the day.]

Ah...they all sound like wonderful people! Even though I haven't met any of them myself, I can tell that you all have a really close bond with one another. I bet that's a really nice feeling.

[He can only imagine having such a lifestyle. It's hard not to daydream about it a little bit.]

How do you like living life on the sea?

[concasse]

[... Mentally tripping at the idea that Ion -- Ion -- doesn't have any close bonds back home, but Sanji decides to footnote that and save it for another time. Ion looks at ease and... well, he'd like to keep it that way for now.]

I mean... living on the sea's all I know.

[Leaning his weight against one of the counters, arms folded. His voice turns nostalgic]

I grew up on a floating restaurant called the Baratie, and yeah, sometimes we had to dock for supplies, but we never spent more than a week on land.