[Action -> Written on the 18th]

[flickerflash]

[After a conversation with Buffy, Katie's on the hunt. This week, anywhere between the 14th to the 18th, she's looking for a man with red skin who may or may not be incredibly old (by her own thoughts on the matter) but she's reliably informed he might be able to help her.

That's not gonna work out so well, mind. But such is life. On the 18th, she hunts through town as a kitten, because by this time she's getting too much attention. That, and asking fellow cats for possible directions is less attention-getting when you're a cat yourself. 8|




In the end, though, she has no luck. So loathe as she is to use her journal, she tries asking outright on the journals; written and hopefully as anonymous as possible.]

[Written]

Dear John with the red skin,

Can I have my magic back, please?


[Seems legit.]

Comments

Hi so apparently my brain died

[flickerflash]

Okay! [But distraction by fish out of the way, she's sort of remembering that she meant to speak to him about certain things.]

Um... how have you been?

rofl I HAD WONDERED

[concasse]

[Oh, right. Sanji had nearly forgotten about those "certain things" - or at least that he still needed to discuss them at large. Some of his smile dies, though it's more a show of deep thinking than disapproval. He hums to himself, framing a response while he goes on the hunt for her drink]

I'm fine. [It's a true enough answer, though give it a pause and he continues uncertainly] Can you... still see them?

>_>

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Not at all. [She wrinkles her nose, then shifts her gaze directly to the space behind one of his ears.] Invisible fish are very tasty.

[concasse]

[He can't help it; one of his hands unconsciously trails up to his ear when Katie sends a glance in its direction, as if to brush something away, but he stops halfway and stares at the hand in faint accusation. It's not like he'd be able to feel or tell, anyway. He's checked a few times already.]

Heh, really? [A faint, amused grin] I'd try and cook one up for you but I don't think I'd be very successful.

... [Really, he's unsure how to go about asking what's really on his mind. The fact probably shows in his gaze shifting to the side, then falling a few degrees] And the others? Are they alright? [Because he might... miss them, sometimes. In that odd, surreal way one misses a half-remembered dream]

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[Katie's headtilt of confusion and the slight frown will give away her surprise on that one. It isn't healthy to encourage some of those to stick around, Sanji.]

They're fairytales and dreams. You shouldn't give too much power to a dream.

[Even if she's being somewhat hypocritical on that score.]

[concasse]

[He nods like he understands - and he does. Or he thinks he gets what she's saying. Still, he can't help but seem a little sad all the same, standing there while rubbing at his neck.] Yeah, Katie-chan's right. [He made them, right? Made a half-starved version of himself and of Vivi. With them, at least, he should hope they disappear all together]

Will they ever disappear?

[flickerflash]

They're like all problems. Ignore them and they'll go away.

[concasse]

[... So he has to do the opposite, right? Fix them somehow? He's not sure, considering that statement is so normal it catches the chef off-guard. There are moments he's unsure how much is truth and how much is a lie]

I'll... give it a shot. [He offers her a tiny smile] Thanks, Katie-chan.

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[...

...she hasn't made herself clear, she suspects. Katie struggles for a way to make it clear, and finally shakes her head.]

Do you want me to take them away?

[concasse]

[Uh. Cue Sanji looking startled] You can do that?

[flickerflash]

With a click of my fingers. It's so easy you'd wonder why I never did it before. Hardly as if it takes months of work.

[concasse]

[Oh. Well. He definitely got message loud and clear]

That much effort, huh? [Even still, he seems reluctant. It strikes Sanji as a little selfish to ask Katie that she spend her precious time helping him erase his own problems - not to mention how difficult it is to regard the echoes as anything less than sentient beings with a semblance of free will. So he doesn't answer right away, finally going to get that drink: some sweet, fizzy, lemonade concoction that's popular with most customers.]

Well, between you and me, I can't imagine that shit geezer leaving me without a fight.

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He's a dad, isn't he? [She grins, quite happy with the implied answer there. It's better that Sanji find a way to deal with his own ghosts. She'll just...intervene if it gets out of hand again.] I bet he won't leave even if you ask him to.

[Zeff, on the other hand, is an ghost that's worth it.]

[concasse]

Heh. [Sanji imagines his Zeff echo smirking proudly at that, and despite himself can't help but smile sheepishly in Katie's direction while he holds out her drink]

Yeah, he's a dad - and one that's never listened to me before. Shithead won't start now. [And that suits him just fine]

[flickerflash]

Thank you. [Yeyyy, drink. 8D She takes a few large swallows.] Dads don't often listen. They think they know best in all the world.

[concasse]

Is it the same for Katie-chan, then? [He's... never really asked about her parents, has he?]

[flickerflash]

Oh, yes. And he never listens to anyone else's advice because he already knows everything. He's the school nurse. [Innocent blink.] My mum's a mechanic.

[concasse]

A school nurse and a mechanic. [He muses out loud on purpose] No wonder Katie-chan's so smart then~!

[And really handy when it comes to fixing things >>]

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Oh yes. I get it all from my parents. [She nods solemnly.] My dad's the most foul mouthed school nurse you'll ever meet, you know.

[concasse]

But is he as foul-mouthed as a sailor?

[flickerflash]

No. He's as foul-mouthed as a chef.

[concasse]

[He'd been waiting for that, and so laughs heartily in response]

He better watch out - kids are impressionable. Soon enough they'll repeat every word he says. [As Sanji has found out multiple times in the course of his Luceti stay. It's the only reason he remembers that "shit" is an actual curse word.]

[flickerflash]

Every single one? That sounds like rather a chore.

[...]

A very colourful one, mind. But I think I like my own collection of words better.

[Besides, she has better swear words already in her memory. Her dad never swore in Gaelic. >.>]

[concasse]

Oh? Does that mean yours are worth repeating?

[flickerflash]

Worth repeating, worth remembering, if you can. I don't sound the way I spell.