[Strange advice, that, and Sanji can't make sense of it until he follows her gaze upward -- and promptly chokes on a noise in his throat. Considering there are flying fish in the air, he shouldn't be as surprised as he is. Too bad his hunched shoulders and round eyes point to another truth.]
Zeff-- [But he's not-- can't be real, right? Zeff's back on the Baratie, cussing out his employees and customers alike, not... not here. A protective selfishness demands he not be in Luceti, and even if this one is just an illusion, Sanji alternates between opening his mouth to speak and gnawing on the bottom lip caught between his teeth, distressed and too tired to hide it.
But not gaping, oh no. That's reserved a second later for when he catches sight of the malnourished ten-year-old peeking out from behind Zeff's leg.]
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Zeff-- [But he's not-- can't be real, right? Zeff's back on the Baratie, cussing out his employees and customers alike, not... not here. A protective selfishness demands he not be in Luceti, and even if this one is just an illusion, Sanji alternates between opening his mouth to speak and gnawing on the bottom lip caught between his teeth, distressed and too tired to hide it.
But not gaping, oh no. That's reserved a second later for when he catches sight of the malnourished ten-year-old peeking out from behind Zeff's leg.]