[Who's Sanji to question the confidence in Mark's body language? The guy remembers the directions he was given, and he's fast, to boot. Surely this can't go wrong.
Zeff will not yell at Mark for calling him by name. If anything, he might grumble about Sanji's using the Baratie like some sort of hotel while letting Mark stay in the same breath. Of course, the Baratie isn't a charity; Mark will be expected to earn his modest keep by helping out, but nobody will needle him the way they bark at each other on the line. It'll be good.
Sanji looks up, past the cracks in the canopy overhead, as he recalls their geographical orientation. He straightens his neck and points off to the side.]
It's that way. Don't get lost!
[He'll be beside himself if Mark ends up on the other side of the Red Line somehow.]
[ Maybe not at first, but eventually it'd feel weird for Mark to not be helping out at the place he's staying, anyway. Initially it'd be like a vacation — he's sleeping in! He's lounging around! He's eating whatever! — but for a guy whose love language is acts of service, he'd actually need to. start doing something.
Besides, it's pretty much guaranteed to be better than Burger Mart, anyway.
Mark looks up at the direction Sanji is pointing in and nods, turning to face it. East, ship with the fish figurehead... And eventually west, to come back here again at some point.
So he's really going to have to not get lost. ]
Got it. I won't get lost. [ Reassuring grin. For real this time. ] Thanks, Sanji. I mean it.
[ And then he's floating higher up, and higher... Higher, until he's cleared the tree canopy, the island is well below him, and there's a sonic boom as he takes off, mercifully eastward. ]
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Zeff will not yell at Mark for calling him by name. If anything, he might grumble about Sanji's using the Baratie like some sort of hotel while letting Mark stay in the same breath. Of course, the Baratie isn't a charity; Mark will be expected to earn his modest keep by helping out, but nobody will needle him the way they bark at each other on the line. It'll be good.
Sanji looks up, past the cracks in the canopy overhead, as he recalls their geographical orientation. He straightens his neck and points off to the side.]
It's that way. Don't get lost!
[He'll be beside himself if Mark ends up on the other side of the Red Line somehow.]
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Besides, it's pretty much guaranteed to be better than Burger Mart, anyway.
Mark looks up at the direction Sanji is pointing in and nods, turning to face it. East, ship with the fish figurehead... And eventually west, to come back here again at some point.
So he's really going to have to not get lost. ]
Got it. I won't get lost. [ Reassuring grin. For real this time. ] Thanks, Sanji. I mean it.
[ And then he's floating higher up, and higher... Higher, until he's cleared the tree canopy, the island is well below him, and there's a sonic boom as he takes off, mercifully eastward. ]