[The door to the house opens with a soft click on the 22nd, hours past sunset, at a time when every sane person free of insomnia or nightmares should be asleep. It's a state Sanji hopes to slip into soon, having returned exhausted and wishing for nothing besides a hot cup of tea and a warm bed. He'll skip a shower; that can wait for the morning, along with appropriate relief at having been allowed to come home right before Christmas.
Though he still takes a moment to lean against the closed door and just rest a second before single mindedness steers him into the kitchen.
Right, tea. Tea then bed. Then he's sleeping all the way until ten (the crew will just have to forgive his tardiness).]
Suuuuper forward dated >> <<
Though he still takes a moment to lean against the closed door and just rest a second before single mindedness steers him into the kitchen.
Right, tea. Tea then bed. Then he's sleeping all the way until ten (the crew will just have to forgive his tardiness).]