[The days pass. Life goes on. Sanji goes to work and cooks, like he's done for nearly every day of his life. Dishes to wash, plates to serve, customers to wait upon. Existing in this world of food means it's almost possible to forget what's waiting for him back home: emptied rooms and a sullen lack of cheer. His crew thinning out. Loneliness.
But that's another shade to Luceti, isn't it. One that's unavoidable. So Sanji accepts it and keeps moving through his work, expression tired and scarred, but unflinching in its own right.
Not exactly the type of face you'd want to see in a picture, though.]
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But that's another shade to Luceti, isn't it. One that's unavoidable. So Sanji accepts it and keeps moving through his work, expression tired and scarred, but unflinching in its own right.
Not exactly the type of face you'd want to see in a picture, though.]