( for a moment there, it looks and sounds as if he's going to turn her down on her offer, and wanda was right there, thinking whether she's done too much on imposing on sanji, a relative stranger, or if she should argue her way into having him acquiesceβwhen he does exactly that.
she nods, and offers no other words as she leads the way past the door of his room to her own, a few rooms down, and lets them both inside. when the light is turned on, it's clear that the place is exactly the same as sanji's, except she's gotten herself candles and curtains for her window; the place is as neat as she could keep it, the bed pressed to the corner while other fixtures and furniture gravitated closer to the kitchenette.
wanda tosses her keys onto the small table, toeing off her shoes against the wall, places her bag and jacket on one of the two chairs. without her jacket, it's clear, too, that she has bandaged wrists to go along with the mark around her neck. )
Sit anywhere you like.
( is all she offers before she goes into the bathroom, turning on the light there for a moment and grabbing at the pouch she's used to put together her kit. it's not just for first aid, though; she has a few sewing needles and scraps of cloth in there, too.
coming back into the room after turning off the light in the bathroom and closing the door, she sits at the edge of her bed to peruse her the pouch, socked toes pressed to the floor. )
Your pants are β a dark blue?
( it's hard to tell with the ugly, orange glow of these old lightbulbs. )
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she nods, and offers no other words as she leads the way past the door of his room to her own, a few rooms down, and lets them both inside. when the light is turned on, it's clear that the place is exactly the same as sanji's, except she's gotten herself candles and curtains for her window; the place is as neat as she could keep it, the bed pressed to the corner while other fixtures and furniture gravitated closer to the kitchenette.
wanda tosses her keys onto the small table, toeing off her shoes against the wall, places her bag and jacket on one of the two chairs. without her jacket, it's clear, too, that she has bandaged wrists to go along with the mark around her neck. )
Sit anywhere you like.
( is all she offers before she goes into the bathroom, turning on the light there for a moment and grabbing at the pouch she's used to put together her kit. it's not just for first aid, though; she has a few sewing needles and scraps of cloth in there, too.
coming back into the room after turning off the light in the bathroom and closing the door, she sits at the edge of her bed to peruse her the pouch, socked toes pressed to the floor. )
Your pants are β a dark blue?
( it's hard to tell with the ugly, orange glow of these old lightbulbs. )
Or are they black?