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week two | dates
You worked up your courage and asked someone out on a date! Good job!
Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.
Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.
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What kind of food are they even supposed to serve here?
[ ???? A cursory look around does not help him deduce what the answer might be. But this is better than a totally boring date location by far. ]
Wanna check those caves out? Or, I guess they might be boring to a real pirate...
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I've never been through a cave in a restaurant. [That's weird, even for him.] Let's check it out.
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[ Sauntering along towards these man-made tunnels... Josuke doesn't reach out to touch the walls, because that'd be disgusting. With all the people and kids running through here, there's gotta be germs everywhere. ]
My hometown's on the coast, but I've never really traveled anywhere more exotic, to be honest.
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[Sanji matches Josuke's strides with his hands in his pockets. Not touching the walls sounds like a good idea.]
Ever feel like adventuring? There all sorts of places out in the world.
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[ He admits that with a shrug, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the dim lighting of the cave. It looks like there's a pool up ahead... and a bar, with waiters walking around taking people's drink orders. ]
Traveling too far away from it, or for too long would make me nervous, I think. [ That, he says with a little more shyness. He has personal reasons to feel so connected to his roots there, and they're ones he doesn't mind sharing - even if it's a matter that's more serious to him than his usual goofy escapades. ] I want to be there to protect it. It's kind of a whole thing...
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I get it. I didn't leave the restaurant until recently for the same reason.
[So no judgment, although inwardly there's something like relief and apprehension at once as he continues along the path. It's not the first time Josuke has brought up his home . . . which means it must be important to him.]
What's your home like?
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[ That's the simplest way he can think to explain it someone who he believes is a "normal person" — the influx of Stand users to Morioh has caused some truly baffling things to take place. And that's not even touching the serial killings. ]
The rate of people reported missing is seven or eight times the national average there, if you can believe it. Some people might call it "mysterious," probably. [ It feels a little too dark to outright say that people were being killed, but he thinks Sanji will put two and two together on why Josuke seems to have a need to stay near and protect it. ] I guess for you, the ship must be home, right?
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Yeah. It's nowhere near as "mysterious" as yours, though.
[The dim passage eventually opens, spitting them out of the cave and into a crowded space fillled with strong smells and loud noises. Sanji glances around them. How the heck is anyone supposed to have a
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[ Don't they have cool treasures and... he doesn't know, Davy Jones's locker?!?! Or whatever?!
But yes, this place sure is crowded. Josuke lingers close to Sanji so they don't get separated or excessively pushed around, which in turn leads to one of the servers milling about the bar area approaching them, thinking they must be trying to cut through the crowd to get to the bar. Are you two looking to order something? she asks, very helpfully. Josuke, who's not expecting to even be able to connive liquor out of this place just looks to Sanji — he's a pirate, so he must drink, right? ]
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The server's voice cuts through the din like the chime of a bell. Sanji grins as he faces this angel among heathens without missing a beat.]
What a lovely lady . . . ! Yes, actually. We'd like something to drink. What do you recommend?
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The server recommends margaritas because I said so, and they have a lot of different flavors. Mercifully, Josuke is cunning enough and not a loser enough to raise his hand and be like 'we're underage,' but now he's left wondering if a margarita is up to the standards of Sanji's meticulous tastebuds. As for him: ]
There's strawberry? Then I want to have that.
[ he likes sweet things... ]
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You sure like sweets, don't you?
[First ice cream and pudding, and now this. Sanji glances at Josuke before turning back to the server.]
I'll try the tangerine.
[And that's when the other shoe drops: Apparently Josuke has more of a baby face than Sanji, because the server nods, then turns away from the latter to ask for the former's identification.]
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My ID? Sure...
[ Nervous glance towards the cameras. His mom's gonna kill him when he gets home. But he shuffles through his pocket for the card, discreetly using his unserious Jojo powers to scramble the birth date, age, and school year information into more appropriate numbers. He'll change it back when he gets home... ]
Well, here you go. Looks all good, right?
[ Sanji must know the information on there is false, if he's seen the real profiles at the house... and he'll also get a peek at a more professional photo of Josuke in his school uniform. For all his usual laid-back coolness, Josuke actually looks comedically nervous here, even though he knows there's no possible way for a normal person to clock him. ]
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Naturally, the ID checks out. Once the server blends in with the crowd, he elbows Josuke on the side as he peeks at the ID. Terrible acting; however:] You're awfully prepared. Do you do this often?
[Alas and black, Sanji cannot see Stands.]
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No way. They don't let me in pachinko parlors where you can gamble either — but I've never snuck in before.
[ He might look like a delinquent, but for the most part, he doesn't do things quite like this often. He hands the card to Sanji if he wants to look closer. ]
It's just a little trick I learned. I honestly didn't even think to use it on my ID before...
[ maybe he WILL sneak into pachinko parlors now ]
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The guy looks so nervous. Maybe he's not used to bending the rules like this.]
What, forgery?
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[ Though, that sounds a little too illegal and bad for his liking. One gets the sense forgery's not exactly it either, but strangely, he doesn't elaborate. Josuke laughs, sheepishly taking the card back. ]
I've only ever used it to get out of tight situations, [ citation needed, ] Not like I go around scamming people or anything.
[ Not using this method! ]
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Well, that's fine, then.
[It's not as if Sanji minds, but the people behind the cameras may be less forgiving. He has to remind himself that he and Josuke lead different lives, and the publicity he brings isn't always good.
Incidentally, he wonders if those tight situations are related to the aforementioned mysteries.]
Come on. Let's look for a place to sit down.
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So, if you've been smoking since you were a kid, have you been drinking since then, too? You've gotta have lungs and a liver of steel...
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Sanji clocks the seats as soon as he's pointed toward them. Good eye, Josuke. They go on the move.]
I haven't been drinking as long. I do that to have a good time. Well . . .
[He trails off as he pulls a chair out to claim it, stopping himself before going into unnecessary detail.]
I suppose we can do those tasks while we're waiting.
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[ Josuke digs around in his breast pocket for the list to reference it, settling into his own seat lazily. ]
You wanna knock out one of the easy ones?
[ Sanji is probably too no homo to kiss him or hug him.... but maybe they could tell each other secrets or give each other compliments. ]
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[He slouches against his seat. No, he should aim for three points, which he's mostly been avoiding for reasons. Besides . . . it's Josuke, so a personal detail here or there wouldn't be too bad.]
I'll tell you something. Good?
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[ He's a little surprised, not gonna lie... but also happy that Sanji is going trust him with telling him something. Hopefully their margaritas don't arrive at an inopportune moment.... ]
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When we were shipwrecked, I complained to the damn geezer about his taking a larger portion of the food for himself. 70 days later, I tried to kill him for what was left, only to realize that it was all treasure. All that weight in gold . . . and not a single loaf of bread between us.
[With an arm slung over the back of his chair, he drums his fingertips against it to work off the building agitation.]
The geezer refused contact the whole time. I finally understood in that moment why.
You already know that he'd given me all the food. That was only possible, because he'd eaten his leg. [He stops tapping.] Unable to walk on his own two feet ever again . . . he'd devoured his dreams for a mere brat.
[And Sanji will never stop grieving. How callously he'd treated Zeff. How selfish he'd been, ignorant to the true weight of the old man's sacrifice. How much Sanji had taken, without knowing, from a man who'd had everything.
He tears his gaze from the waterfall to meet Josuke's.]
That's my regret.
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His own leg....!?
[ That kind of selflessness.... is insane. The weight of that man's kindness must have hit Sanji like a sledgehammer when he'd realized. Josuke meets his eyes unwaveringly, his eyes wide with awe, horror, confusion. ]
You couldn't have known... [ God. He can't imagine the guilt he'd feel, coming to that realization after trying to kill him. ] Did he...? Survive, in the end?
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