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[oda_hates_me]

[The first thing Sanji wants and does upon returning is take a nap, locking himself in his room and dozing for a few hours. Four days of fighting and even he's feeling sore. Though sooner or later, guilt pulls him out of bed and insists that he attempt that pesky social thing. And on that note:

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[hakoiri]

[ The first thing Alf also does is rest in the apartments. A couple of hours later, he wakes and finds himself in need of something to fill his stomach. So, off to Seventh Heaven he goes -- he's too sore to make something for himself, nor does he have his usual enthusiasm for trying a new recipe.

When he arrives, he takes a look around. The last time he came here was about two weeks ago, though it's felt like much longer, in retrospect. Perhaps moreso because he hadn't paid attention when he'd come by with Alexis.

But back to the restaurant. It really does look the same. Something about that is comforting despite Seventh Heaven being a public place. ]

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[oda_hates_me]

[Alf's arrival is quickly noted by a chef on the prowl. With Isamu taking a break from work (perhaps Yukito, too, unless his injuries are doing better), he's doubling as a waiter. Thus he's the one to approach with menu in hand.

He doesn't exactly smile, but he looks amiable enough. Forgive him, he's still running on more fumes than he wishes]

Yo Alf.

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[hakoiri]

[ Alf makes the effort to smile with a nod, albeit faintly, when his gaze drops to the menu.

Huh. It's only been a few hours. ]

Already at work, Sanji?

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[ledbythewind]

[As much as he wants to nap, the desire to wash the smell and blood of the battlefield off of him (as little fighting as he did) wins out, and Richard ends up just soaking in the bathtub for a while before the exhaustion becomes too much to bear. So he climbs out, fumbles on a pair of pajamas, and then crashes on the couch, because he can't stand the thought of sleeping in his bed at the moment, not with so many memories there.

Sanji will probably find him passed out and completely dead to the world, though not so dead that he won't awaken if poked or prodded.]

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[oda_hates_me]

[Sanji's not so much as ass he'll wake an exhausted man... at least, not in these circumstances. He takes the time to chat with Isamu first before strolling back over to the couch, and lightly taps the man on his shoulder.

Just to check in. He'll let Richard sleep after that]

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[ledbythewind]

[Richard stirs the tiniest bit and opens one bleary eye to see who it is that's poking him... Isamu isn't usually that polite about it.]

... Sanji?

[It's not really a surprise that the other would come check on him, but still. He wasn't expecting it.]

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[oda_hates_me]

Aah, so you are alive. [And he is pleased enough, judging by the smirk]

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[mikangirl]

[Sometime while he's out, proooobably as he's headed for Good Spirits, your navigator will give you a call.]

Sanji-kun?

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[oda_hates_me]

[Sanji is quick to pick up the journal in this case. Call him still a little jittery over your well-being, even if the battle's been won.]

Yes Nami-san~! What can I do for you?

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[mikangirl]

[...] Uh. Just wondering. [She can't say this without it sounding remotely suspicious, can she. Oh, well.] How long were you going to be out tonight?

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[oda_hates_me]

[... Does she need something? Still, yes, remotely suspicious, but it's muted in the face of overprotective worry]

I can be home right now, if you need me. [Drink? What drink? He can drink later.]

[mmmfilletofsoul]

[You would think five days of feeding would leave an illusionist feeling energized and refreshed, right? Normally that would be the case, but Cheyenne hasn't slept at all since the day before the draft ended. She isn't really used to not being able to fall asleep... she's not used to feeling this sleepy either.]

[And so, while waiting for Sanji to bring the food she ordered, she's fallen asleep on the table.]

[...at least, it looks like she's fallen asleep. It's hard to tell with someone who never opens her eyes.]

1/2

[oda_hates_me]

[A dozing Cheyenne in his restaurant? Let him get the first reaction out of the way when he brings over her plate.

;; Baaaaaaawwww so cute]

2/3 I lied >>

[oda_hates_me]

[Okay, that out of the way -

He visibly smiles, putting down the plate on the table and um... well, someone's forgotten the "no touching" rule, because without a thought he puts a hand on her shoulder]

Cheyenne-cha--

[oda_hates_me]

[o-orz.

Maybe if he'd been super happy cheerful to begin with, this wouldn't be so bad, but he's quick to pull his hand back and try blinking off some of the sudden chill]

... Ah, your dinner's ready....

[goldenglasses]

[Vash still hasn't forgotten. So after going home and checking up on Meryl, changing bandages, and a bit of a nap that lasted until he made it to REM sleep. (Rem! Why couldn't he dream of you instead!) Vash will be hauling himself down to 7th Heaven. If you're not there yet, he'll wait, he's figuring you'll be stopping by sooner or later.

And don't worry about the bandages mentioned above, they're all hidden under his coat and he's a good actor when it comes to hiding pain. Have a little, casual wave when he spots you.]

Hey, Sanji.

[oda_hates_me]

[He knows why you're here, Vash. Sanji skips the usual surprise everyone else might receive today, waving back when he's inside]

Yo Vash. [He nearly asks how the man's doing, if he was injured - the usual questions one asks after war. But then he decides to save them for another day. It's unlikely either of them want to dwell on past events]

[goldenglasses]

[Good call Sanji, as you would have gotten nothing but lies from him anyway. So instead of awkward questions neither of them really want to address, Vash reaches into his coat pocket and brings out a wrapped box.

Yes. He wrapped it anyway, even though you know what it is now you cheat. It's your birthday, you're SUPPOSE to get wrapped gifts.]Happy birthday, Twinkle Toes.