[Yasusada might be strong, but he's still a sword. He's meant for fighting his own kind, and while he can often push through if he's fighting others, there's a limit to his understanding. He doesn't know what this weapon is, so it's impossible for him to truly gauge its strength, momentum, agility, until it's far too close for comfort.
He dodges the swipe at his side, but just barely, the fabric of his haori narrowly missing the sawchain. Yasusada's used to moving around teams of 6, but Dick and Sanji fight very differently than he's used to, and that, combined with the small space, means that he can't go very far. Pushing back is really the best he can do.
But fighting aggression with aggression, it seems, isn't the best move in this case. He lunges forward with a yell and wide swipe, but she's faster than he expected, and he lunges right into her swing. With his desire to protect Okita so strong, he's holding his body back and stretching his arm further than he normally would, and...
Well. The clatter of steel to the ground is never good sound, is it?]
[ dick is, at first, distracted by his own fight-- he expects the claws, and manages to twist just enough that they don't hit anything important as they embed in him. he didn't try to move away for a reason, though, as he doesn't move the knife out of her chest after the initial stab and simply attempts to carve up and deeper, aim sure-- the swipe to his face is what makes him move away, the scratches coming dangerously close to his eye, but it's also what gives him a chance to react when he sees her coming for his neck, reflexively lifting a leg and kicking at her torso, using that momentum to flip back again, taking the knife with him.
of course, that's when he hears it, turning with a curse-- that's an arm! shit. he can't help much, he knows, not with fake!tamamo hounding him. but what he can do is at least distract chainsaw girl (and he knows who it is but he is not acknowledging it) a little-- and he grabs the two darts in his pockets to send directly at her, aiming for her neck and face. maybe an eye? that would be nice.
he'll turn back to tamamo after, though there isn't a lot of places he can flip to in this tiny hallway and dodging is probably not going to be an option on this one
[Maybe Sanji would have been able to dodge that axe if he hadn't heard the telltale signs of a fight going sour, but the moment that clattering of steel reaches his ears, well--
He looks -- stupidly -- over his shoulder, and doesn't get a chance to yell Yasusada's name.
In part because there is suddenly a sharp, searing pain followed by lot of blood pouring from that shoulder wound of his. Hm, bad. And the fucker really dug it in there, too. Zelos' sword drops to the floor as Sanji's eyesight dims and a hand flies to the wound, cradling it. This sure as hell ain't his finest hour.
The only silver lining is he's pissed off, now, and already calculating the odds of -- no, fuck it.
He doesn't give a shit anymore.
Even if the other blond is fast, Sanji seems to have thrown caution to the wind and gone back to basics, using his body as both his weapon and shield. He'll dart up close, grab his enemy by the throat, and god yes he knows he's probably gonna lose a limb for this, but the goal is still the same:
Wheel the enemy around and then kick him directly into chainsaw lady.]
[It's a mess. All of them with their injuries, a lost arm, bloody gaping wounds...it's a mess and yet the phantoms are relentless. Even as the blonde man barrels into the girl's chainsaw, and even as a dart nails her in the eye, a spray of blood showers all three of them. The fox woman growls as she holds a hand to the wound in her chest, dropping a knife out of her own sleeve as she immediately dashes forward again to stab directly into his thigh. The axe in Sanji's shoulder pulls, opening the wound wider as the blade almost nearly drags across his front as the blonde is kicked and--
--and without warning there's a voice that some of them may find familiar immediately ringing in their heads.]
Enough!
[And like that, the three of them will be blinded by a bright flash of light, feeling themselves pulled directly from the fight before the vision settles again.
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...all three of them are in a pile on the floor of what appears to be a wooden cabin, just like their own. This cabin, however, is a little fancier. For one thing, there's a full-sized bed instead of the four bunk beds, black covers and purple and blue pillows propped up against the headboard. There's also a line of pillows on one side of the bed like a barrier. There's a desk, a dresser, a closet, and another door on the back wall that's currently closed. There are all sorts of things scattered everywhere on shelves and surfaces, a duffelbag halfway under the bed and post-it notes stuck to several spaces on the wall.
The good news is: Yams' arm is attached! It's just bleeding heavily, but at least it's attached and should heal with time. Likewise, Sanji and Dick's wounds, while bleeding and needing attending to, are no longer life-threatening or hindering.
At the foot of the bed is a small first aid kit though. If they look inside it, they'll find just enough supplies to fix themselves up.
...welcome to "the gift shop" aka Purple Heart's cabin. Fix yourselves up, and then take a look around. There's a lot they can snoop through and also a few things for them in particular but this tag's already too long.]
[It's probably the shock, that prevents him from screaming. At first, the pain hardly even registers--he can't quite connect the lack of damage to his sword with the sight of it on the ground like this. His ears are ringing, and it's really all he can do to clutch Okita's body closer to his person and turn his own body away, trying to protect him further. It's a toss-up as to whether he's dropping down to dodge or just collapsing to his knees, but he absolutely hits the ground before either of them.
...He's not really expecting to open his eyes, honestly, so when he does, all he can do is stare at the ceiling, dazed.
[ DICK IS GETTING REALLY TIRED OF PASSING OUT AND WAKING UP IN NEW PLACES, ACTUALLY
he doesn't expect the drop, and when he wakes up it's with a jolt, completely jarred between what he just experienced and what is happening now. His thigh still hurts, and for a second he can't tell if it's phantom pain or not before he looks down. His wounds are still there, just ... less?
Wait. Wounds.
he can't be bothered to look around the room when he remembers, eyes going straight for yasusada and sanji as he moves out of the pile-- ]
Everyone okay? [ it's rasped out after he sees both yasusada's arms are. still attached, oh thank god. ]
[In pain, still bleeding, and dazed from being aggressively dropped out of battle, but Sanji can tell that his wounds are peanuts compared to before. And that voice he had heard--]
M'gonna get chewed out for this...
[God, he wants a nap.
First things first though; Sanji is also snapping his head up to check on Yasusada's condition, and huffs in relief once he notes that all limbs are accounted for. Dick is also spared a cursory glance. That just leaves the cabin itself. Gingerly, the chef picks himself off the ground, grunting when all that careful movement still irritates his shoulder wound, but still taking a look to see what their surroundings have in store for them.
[Poor Yams has spent so much of this break-in on the floor. He's still bleeding and should be bandaged up, but if he thinks to check on his person...he'll find a little yarn doll in the likeness of Souji. It even has a tiny pig in its hands? There's also a small model-size version of Nikkari's sword. Too bad it isn't sharp enough for a stab.
Sanji, likewise, will find that he has a small yarn doll in the likeness of Zelos, but no model sword for him.
Dick gets nothing because Dick didn't touch the bodies. So okay. What are they doing now? And where is Sanji looking?
At least they'll get the sense that whatever the fuck that was? It's over. No more danger.]
[The first thing he'll truly notice is that Okita's body is obviously not with him anymore, so the first thing he'll do is check his person, yeah. Wow, his arm hurts to move--but it's attached, and he barely had time to register its absence in the first place, so the whole thing just sort of feels like a surreal dream.
His fingers close around the doll and the sword, and he pulls them both out, heedless of the blood on his hands. He brushes his thumb over doll!Souji's face, and honestly, the smear of red he leaves behind would be a relief, if not for how it covers his mouth.
Hm.
Well. They knew it wasn't real, didn't they? It's... it should be a relief. Okita's still safe. He's fine.
Tenderly, he tucks them both away again, staggering to his feet. His arm is bleeding, yeah, he should probably take care of that--but he'll wander on over to the desk first. Anything interesting on top? Any drawers to open?]
Yasusada, your arm. [ dick is nyooming to the first aid kit at the foot of the bed, ignoring the pang of pain as he walks. compared to the other two, he wasn't hit that bad, so: priorities. ] There should be enough in this to get you guys taken care of, at least.
[ probably dick as well, but, again: priorities! since he's walking around, though, he'll also look at post-its around the room as he does. ]
[Let's. Start with Sanji first. When he opens the closet, he's going to see a couple of things. Namely, he'll see a leather jacket hanging up, along with a red flannel shirt, a grayish sleeveless hoodie, a blue puffy vest, and a variety of black t-shirts and other muted colors. There's a couple of pairs of sneakers on the floor of the closet. There's also two jars on the top shelf hidden toward the back, and an odd open space like something used to be there but it's since been moved!
Dick can look at the post-its and he'll recognize the handwriting immediately. Countless of notes organized in a way that look like...timelines. It's names of the campers organized by worlds and groups and games, all of their important events and experiences. There are also a few stray ones about the camp itself.
What's interesting on top is...the ouija board! It's identical to the one that was on the bus. It, likewise, can't be moved at all. There are a few scattered pens and things, too, with even more post-its. There are a few books on top too including a copy of This Side of Paradise and a book of puns, and a small container of spare rabbit treats.
Opening the drawers is a mistake. There's two of them, and as Yasusada opens the first one he'll find:
A thin black journal that can be opened A bandage The clamshell from earlier The hairpin from earlier A bandage A knife ...a few condoms
The second drawer contains: A thicker black journal that can be opened A singular rainbow-colored brass knuckle A hitclip with an unidentifiable file on it Random snacks The same untitled blu-ray from before A ring box
I feel like I should also mention there's an electric scooter in the corner of the room just because.]
[Well Yasusada's immediately taking the knife out and holding it out to Sanji]
Sanji-kun, another knife for you.
[--Oh yeah, he's injured huh. He blinks down at his arm, but he'll let Dick bandage him up if he wants to? He's still standing it's fine. He's gonna open the thin journal first!]
[ dick makes a disgruntled noise of protest when he sees his namesake knife, even though yes, he's started on yasusada's arm while he's doing other things because APPARENTLY this is his life now ]
I think we should probably leave that one here. Forever. [ his eyes are flitting around the room and objects he knows pretty well, but he still says nothing? ] This is PH's ... personal stuff, they'll notice if it goes missing.
It's fine; if they want it back, I know they'll bother me about it.
[Though there's a very pointed pause as Sanji's head swivels in Dick's direction like he heard something suspect, and his brow shoots up, and then--]
Oh. You're the one, I bet.
[Sanji you just can't say words like that?? Anyway, turning back to the closet where there's an awesome blue vest. Mad respect, PH. Mad respect. Sanji's still gonna loot through those two jars hidden in the back while he bleeds all over the floor]
[Purple Heart indirectly cut off his arm, but more importantly Purple Heart gave him Okita's body and then took it away again, so Yasusada really doesn't care that much about stealing from them TBH. Police Yasu is on vacation today.
This journal, though... wordlessly, he moves it over for Dick to read. Some of it makes sense, but the further back the entries go, the less he understands.]
[ dick grabs the journal when it's trust at him-- he was reading over yasu's shoulder the whole time even as he was trying to care for his wounds, which yams! is not making easy! by continuing to move!!! and he grabs it, though not before turning to sanji ]
"The one"?
[ he sounds maybe a little strangled. he at least manages to finish dealing with yams' arm, no thanks!!! to yams!!!!! and is moving on to reading the journal. he is not talking aloud because it requires his entire concentration. yep. it has nothing to do with him also trying to read the other journal at the same time, no sir ]
[Waggling his eyebrows at Dick??? It's fine, surely. Sanji isn't being suggestive.
Anyway now that Dick will likely bandage his mouth shut, Sanji decides he's taking both jars, and... slides them into his jacket. Why did you guys let the pirate come in here?]
Find anything interesting? I'm gonna look at the dresser next.
[ DICK IS BEING ATTACKED ON BOTH SIDES SO THATS COOL AND FUN. He looks away when yams asks, rubbing the back of his neck ]
... Because Heart was on the boat as well. That's the journal they kept when we were on there. [ he's never read it, and he has at least a hint of modesty to not read his boyfriend's original notes about him, so he moves back to Sanji to start working on his arm ] All three of them are from previous games, but I don't know where Winter and Shadows are from.
[ it's an admission to make up for hiding that the whole time they were breaking in, mainly! hahaha. ha. ]
Just how much are you planning to pilfer while bleeding out, exactly?
[ BUT SAYING THAT IS HIS REVENGE ON SANJI HE IS EMBARRASSED ]
As much as I think will give Heart a couple of well-placed gray hairs. Y'know. Give them a more dignified appearance. You're welcome.
[It's okay, Dick.
Sanji is here to bully both of you.
Though given that they are now on the same page and he's just deeply amused by all of this (trauma? What trauma! They left that in the hallway), the chef relents, allowing Dick to take a look at his arm]
You're gonna patch yourself up, too, right? Because I'm not gonna be responsible for the shit storm if you don't.
[Thank you for bleeding on their shit I guess. Anyway, this is pretty much all you get unless you're looking elsewhere. I also forgot that there's still the closed door on the back wall if they want but please stop bleeding on their shit.]
[HE'LL JUST take the bang book and bring it over to Sanji? He is a good pompom.]
The other one talks about the camp, a little bit. You'll understand it better than I did.
[He's so confident in this fact... but even as he goes to check the duffel bag, the look on his face is a little distant.]
...What are we going to tell the others?
[He may not be the smartest sword around, but he's not totally oblivious. Even if he missed a lot of the significant looks, it was clear that this place meant a little more to both of them than it did to him--and Dick's admission of Purple Heart's (past?) identity confirmed it.
He's not the best at keeping secrets, and it seems like some of this stuff is pretty important to share with everyone, but he'll defer to them.]
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He dodges the swipe at his side, but just barely, the fabric of his haori narrowly missing the sawchain. Yasusada's used to moving around teams of 6, but Dick and Sanji fight very differently than he's used to, and that, combined with the small space, means that he can't go very far. Pushing back is really the best he can do.
But fighting aggression with aggression, it seems, isn't the best move in this case. He lunges forward with a yell and wide swipe, but she's faster than he expected, and he lunges right into her swing. With his desire to protect Okita so strong, he's holding his body back and stretching his arm further than he normally would, and...
Well. The clatter of steel to the ground is never good sound, is it?]
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of course, that's when he hears it, turning with a curse-- that's an arm! shit. he can't help much, he knows, not with fake!tamamo hounding him. but what he can do is at least distract chainsaw girl (and he knows who it is but he is not acknowledging it) a little-- and he grabs the two darts in his pockets to send directly at her, aiming for her neck and face. maybe an eye? that would be nice.
he'll turn back to tamamo after, though there isn't a lot of places he can flip to in this tiny hallway and dodging is probably not going to be an option on this one
this sucks! ]
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He looks -- stupidly -- over his shoulder, and doesn't get a chance to yell Yasusada's name.
In part because there is suddenly a sharp, searing pain followed by lot of blood pouring from that shoulder wound of his. Hm, bad. And the fucker really dug it in there, too. Zelos' sword drops to the floor as Sanji's eyesight dims and a hand flies to the wound, cradling it. This sure as hell ain't his finest hour.
The only silver lining is he's pissed off, now, and already calculating the odds of -- no, fuck it.
He doesn't give a shit anymore.
Even if the other blond is fast, Sanji seems to have thrown caution to the wind and gone back to basics, using his body as both his weapon and shield. He'll dart up close, grab his enemy by the throat, and god yes he knows he's probably gonna lose a limb for this, but the goal is still the same:
Wheel the enemy around and then kick him directly into chainsaw lady.]
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--and without warning there's a voice that some of them may find familiar immediately ringing in their heads.]
Enough!
[And like that, the three of them will be blinded by a bright flash of light, feeling themselves pulled directly from the fight before the vision settles again.
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...all three of them are in a pile on the floor of what appears to be a wooden cabin, just like their own. This cabin, however, is a little fancier. For one thing, there's a full-sized bed instead of the four bunk beds, black covers and purple and blue pillows propped up against the headboard. There's also a line of pillows on one side of the bed like a barrier. There's a desk, a dresser, a closet, and another door on the back wall that's currently closed. There are all sorts of things scattered everywhere on shelves and surfaces, a duffelbag halfway under the bed and post-it notes stuck to several spaces on the wall.
The good news is: Yams' arm is attached! It's just bleeding heavily, but at least it's attached and should heal with time. Likewise, Sanji and Dick's wounds, while bleeding and needing attending to, are no longer life-threatening or hindering.
At the foot of the bed is a small first aid kit though. If they look inside it, they'll find just enough supplies to fix themselves up.
...welcome to "the gift shop" aka Purple Heart's cabin. Fix yourselves up, and then take a look around. There's a lot they can snoop through and also a few things for them in particular but this tag's already too long.]
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...He's not really expecting to open his eyes, honestly, so when he does, all he can do is stare at the ceiling, dazed.
What.]
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he doesn't expect the drop, and when he wakes up it's with a jolt, completely jarred between what he just experienced and what is happening now. His thigh still hurts, and for a second he can't tell if it's phantom pain or not before he looks down. His wounds are still there, just ... less?
Wait. Wounds.
he can't be bothered to look around the room when he remembers, eyes going straight for yasusada and sanji as he moves out of the pile-- ]
Everyone okay? [ it's rasped out after he sees both yasusada's arms are. still attached, oh thank god. ]
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Aa, I'm fine.
[In pain, still bleeding, and dazed from being aggressively dropped out of battle, but Sanji can tell that his wounds are peanuts compared to before. And that voice he had heard--]
M'gonna get chewed out for this...
[God, he wants a nap.
First things first though; Sanji is also snapping his head up to check on Yasusada's condition, and huffs in relief once he notes that all limbs are accounted for. Dick is also spared a cursory glance. That just leaves the cabin itself. Gingerly, the chef picks himself off the ground, grunting when all that careful movement still irritates his shoulder wound, but still taking a look to see what their surroundings have in store for them.
Hopefully less chainsaws, foxes, and axes.]
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Sanji, likewise, will find that he has a small yarn doll in the likeness of Zelos, but no model sword for him.
Dick gets nothing because Dick didn't touch the bodies. So okay. What are they doing now? And where is Sanji looking?
At least they'll get the sense that whatever the fuck that was? It's over. No more danger.]
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His fingers close around the doll and the sword, and he pulls them both out, heedless of the blood on his hands. He brushes his thumb over doll!Souji's face, and honestly, the smear of red he leaves behind would be a relief, if not for how it covers his mouth.
Hm.
Well. They knew it wasn't real, didn't they? It's... it should be a relief. Okita's still safe. He's fine.
Tenderly, he tucks them both away again, staggering to his feet. His arm is bleeding, yeah, he should probably take care of that--but he'll wander on over to the desk first. Anything interesting on top? Any drawers to open?]
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[ probably dick as well, but, again: priorities! since he's walking around, though, he'll also look at post-its around the room as he does. ]
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It's for the best he keeps focused, anyway. He passes by Yams on his way to the closet door, sparing a moment to ruffle the other's hair as he goes.
Sorry Dick, but you're getting ignored. Searchy time is now, so closet, tell Sanji your secrets.]
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Dick can look at the post-its and he'll recognize the handwriting immediately. Countless of notes organized in a way that look like...timelines. It's names of the campers organized by worlds and groups and games, all of their important events and experiences. There are also a few stray ones about the camp itself.
What's interesting on top is...the ouija board! It's identical to the one that was on the bus. It, likewise, can't be moved at all. There are a few scattered pens and things, too, with even more post-its. There are a few books on top too including a copy of This Side of Paradise and a book of puns, and a small container of spare rabbit treats.
Opening the drawers is a mistake. There's two of them, and as Yasusada opens the first one he'll find:
A thin black journal that can be opened
A bandage
The clamshell from earlier
The hairpin from earlier
A bandage
A knife
...a few condoms
The second drawer contains:
A thicker black journal that can be opened
A singular rainbow-colored brass knuckle
A hitclip with an unidentifiable file on it
Random snacks
The same untitled blu-ray from before
A ring box
I feel like I should also mention there's an electric scooter in the corner of the room just because.]
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Sanji-kun, another knife for you.
[--Oh yeah, he's injured huh. He blinks down at his arm, but he'll let Dick bandage him up if he wants to? He's still standing it's fine. He's gonna open the thin journal first!]
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I think we should probably leave that one here. Forever. [ his eyes are flitting around the room and objects he knows pretty well, but he still says nothing? ] This is PH's ... personal stuff, they'll notice if it goes missing.
[ he sounds oddly certain about that ]
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... He'll just. Put that in his jacket, too.]
It's fine; if they want it back, I know they'll bother me about it.
[Though there's a very pointed pause as Sanji's head swivels in Dick's direction like he heard something suspect, and his brow shoots up, and then--]
Oh. You're the one, I bet.
[Sanji you just can't say words like that?? Anyway, turning back to the closet where there's an awesome blue vest. Mad respect, PH. Mad respect. Sanji's still gonna loot through those two jars hidden in the back while he bleeds all over the floor]
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When Yams opens the thin journal, he'll find something interesting.]
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This journal, though... wordlessly, he moves it over for Dick to read. Some of it makes sense, but the further back the entries go, the less he understands.]
Look at this.
[He'll go for the second journal, now.]
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"The one"?
[ he sounds maybe a little strangled. he at least manages to finish dealing with yams' arm, no thanks!!! to yams!!!!! and is moving on to reading the journal. he is not talking aloud because it requires his entire concentration. yep. it has nothing to do with him also trying to read the other journal at the same time, no sir ]
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[Waggling his eyebrows at Dick??? It's fine, surely. Sanji isn't being suggestive.
Anyway now that Dick will likely bandage his mouth shut, Sanji decides he's taking both jars, and... slides them into his jacket. Why did you guys let the pirate come in here?]
Find anything interesting? I'm gonna look at the dresser next.
[PH, your shit is his. what is in the dresser?]
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The second journal is a lot of notes.]
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His brow furrows as he scans the entries, reading them all carefully.]
Eh, this is... from the boat...?
[I'll be kind to Yasu's braincell and say that he at least knows Dick was on the boat by now, so he glances up at him--]
You were there, weren't you? Why would Heart-kun have this?
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... Because Heart was on the boat as well. That's the journal they kept when we were on there. [ he's never read it, and he has at least a hint of modesty to not read his boyfriend's original notes about him, so he moves back to Sanji to start working on his arm ] All three of them are from previous games, but I don't know where Winter and Shadows are from.
[ it's an admission to make up for hiding that the whole time they were breaking in, mainly! hahaha. ha. ]
Just how much are you planning to pilfer while bleeding out, exactly?
[ BUT SAYING THAT IS HIS REVENGE ON SANJI HE IS EMBARRASSED ]
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[It's okay, Dick.
Sanji is here to bully both of you.
Though given that they are now on the same page and he's just deeply amused by all of this (trauma? What trauma! They left that in the hallway), the chef relents, allowing Dick to take a look at his arm]
You're gonna patch yourself up, too, right? Because I'm not gonna be responsible for the shit storm if you don't.
[--NEVER MIND, NOTHING BUT BULLY.]
Oi, lemme see those journals later, Yasusada.
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[HE'LL JUST take the bang book and bring it over to Sanji? He is a good pompom.]
The other one talks about the camp, a little bit. You'll understand it better than I did.
[He's so confident in this fact... but even as he goes to check the duffel bag, the look on his face is a little distant.]
...What are we going to tell the others?
[He may not be the smartest sword around, but he's not totally oblivious. Even if he missed a lot of the significant looks, it was clear that this place meant a little more to both of them than it did to him--and Dick's admission of Purple Heart's (past?) identity confirmed it.
He's not the best at keeping secrets, and it seems like some of this stuff is pretty important to share with everyone, but he'll defer to them.]
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