gentlecook (gentlecook) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2013-11-09 13:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: noctis fury (dropped), character: sanji (dropped), location: oni giri residence (dropped), thread: complete, |week: 03, ~date: 07/july 26 |
WHO: Noctis and Sanji
WHERE: Oni Giri - Residence
WHEN: Week 3. Friday. Late in the evening.
WHY: Sanji finds the spoiled food, and goes to have a talk with Noctis
WARNING: TBA
It hadn't taken long for Sanji to find the food Zoro threw out. And Sanji had been tempted, wildly tempted to take it back out of the trash and make sure it was eaten. Such a waste... Sanji couldn't abide by it. Once his anger subsided a little, he did make sure all of it was transferred into a compost bin. He'd get worms for the bin, and the worms would turn up good soil, and the soil would be used to plant new food in their garden.
Only once he'd fixed the spoiled food situation did Sanji allow himself to think about how it got there. Zoro wouldn't DARE waste food like that. Not on Sanji's watch. Not knowing his past. Which could only mean Noctis.
At first he was furious. He even marched to Noctis' room to rip a strip into the boy--verbally of course--but when he burst into the room Noctis wasn't there. Through his angry haze, Sanji had noticed something else. A lingering smell of cleaner coming from the dresser at the side of the room. Not wanting to pry, but too angry to really stop himself, Sanji stalked to the dresser and opened it.
There had been stains. Stains that Sanji stood there staring at for the longest time, just simply not comprehending. It took him longer than it probably should have to realise what had happened. Noctis had a stash that went bad. And either Zoro made him throw it out, or the boy decided he could do better on fresh food.
Regardless of how it happened, Sanji was once again enraged over the situation. And frustrated that he couldn't pin the anger down. He felt betrayed by the notion that Noctis would think he'd ever let him starve, but that was a hurt not an anger... Eventually, he realised that his anger was born out of what he knew Noctis' life must have been like before in order for that to have happened.
Shutting the drawer, Sanji had left Oni Giri to think on it all. By the time he returned home, his anger at the spoiled food had been replaced with anger over how anything like this could have slipped his notice. He wanted Noctis to trust him. He wanted Noctis to expect that he could eat whenever he wanted. He wanted Noctis to understand the situation he was in now was so much better than it ever was before. But he also realised that it would take a lot more than words to prove it to him.
Which was why, while Noctis was working the closing shift in the restaurant--Sanji did get days off every once in a while--Sanji had a delivery made to Noctis' room. By the time Noctis returned to the apartment that night, Sanji was sitting cross-legged on top of a brown box in the corner of Noctis' room, quietly and calmly reading one of his old French books, and waiting for the boy to show up so they could talk.