[Action -> Written on the 18th]

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[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

[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 >>]

[flickerflash]

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.]

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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.

[concasse]

[This amuses him, and he's about to ask her just how that works - but then the oven beeps and right on cue, a very sneaky cat comes slithering into the kitchen, threading herself between Sanji's legs with an impatient mewl for attention and food.]

--Pumpkin-chan, did you time that?

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[Katie stoops down to offer Pumpkin a few loving scritches behind the ears.] I bet she's just been eavesdropping at the door.

[concasse]

[Either that or she has a built-in fish timer. Sanji wouldn't put it past her.]

Heh. Alright you two, sit down and I'll bring the food out to you~!

[flickerflash]

[Most cats do.]

Okay! Come on, Pumpkin. [She heads out to find a table close by, and pats her lap for the other cat. It's perfectly comfy, Pumpkin, honest.]