[At the distant shores of his mind, he hears Sayo's voice wisping in like a gentle breeze. Is he imagining it? Hallucinating?
... Or maybe the journal's just open on his chest from where he left it a few hours ago. >_>a Aha. Goddamn drugs. He struggles to sit up in bed, the effort infuriatingly high, and all because of the steady throb that comes from his right shoulder blade.]
Hnn. [But stubbornness pulls him through. Sanji wipes his flushed forehead and stares down into the journal] Sayo-san? [Sorry, he didn't hear a word she said]
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... Or maybe the journal's just open on his chest from where he left it a few hours ago. >_>a Aha. Goddamn drugs. He struggles to sit up in bed, the effort infuriatingly high, and all because of the steady throb that comes from his right shoulder blade.]
Hnn. [But stubbornness pulls him through. Sanji wipes his flushed forehead and stares down into the journal] Sayo-san? [Sorry, he didn't hear a word she said]