Re: Holding Pens: Noctis
Sanji leaned against a wall just across from Noctis' holding cell, head tipped so his face was partly concealed by his hair, hands in the pockets of his black dress pants, and cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. It all reminded Sanji of when Zoro had found him in much the same place, and busted him out. Places like these were exactly the reason that he and Zoro were hiding out from the rest of the world in Crescent Hills. And yet, here they were strolling around in one of them. It was nauseating, but it helped them keep up the image, so of course it needed to be done.
The fact that Noctis had even caught his eye was a little disturbing deep down, but the boy was entrancing, and Sanji was only human. It wasn't just how he looked, but the way he watched. The kid was watching everyone like he was just waiting for his opportunity to escape. Keen eyes travelling over every person who moved past like they were a mark just looking to be hit. Sanji knew exactly how that felt, and he just wanted to collect the kid up and take him away from this... This mess.