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[shirtlesspersona]

I'm dreamin'...

[ The view is a little hazy at first, like maybe someone's finger was on the camera lens. Actually, his finger is still over the lens, the device just doesn't pick it up. ]

Spiritcrest.. wouldn't fit... [ The bluring moves away and.. What he means by that is pretty clear. There's the bed, sitting out atop a really tall mountain by the clouds nearby. ]

Or'm actually dead...

[ He doesn't.. sound terribly put out by that thought. ]

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[shirtlesspersona]

... Thought this was outside...

[ There's a mumble from the phone, not really audible from the closed door. Look, he's decent? It was his kids who hauled him back to his room, okay, and its not like he usually sleeps.

Although as Sanji opens the door, there's another mumble, from Zaveid who is.. sort of on his bed? Like.. There's a leg and foot up there, bright yellow tape proclaiming CAUTION wrapped sitting on the floor like something pulled off, and a blanket sort of covering him. He is wearing pants though, jeez dude. ]

'nless a whole lot was a dream...? [ ... He's just really confused over here, okay. ]

[concasse]

[Look, Zaveid, you parade around without a shirt, and Sanji doesn't know what you do in the sanctity of your bedroom. Nakedness he could handle, but that'd be the only freebee he'd give out.

And upon opening the door... Sanji still doesn't know what to make of anything. Easier instead to keep his focus on Zaveid, who looks bleary from exhaustion, but otherwise alive and well]

Tch. So you're fine. [Closing the door behind him, not sure what else is the correct response here.]

And why would it be a dream if I'm here?

[shirtlesspersona]

[ Exhausted, but fine. Really exhausted - he's worn really thin, somehow in a way that has nothing to do with his breezy nature.

He blinks confusedly up at Sanji. ]

'cause s' Reyfalke. [ He flops his hand to the stone under him, which sort of looks like on purpose, no matter how he struggles to keep his eyes open after he blinks. ]

n'doesn't stink of dragon...

[ So somethings up. Could be his nose isn't working. ]

[concasse]

Uh-huh.

[Sanji's little hum would sound patronizing if he weren't so distracted by the landscape, disbelief still clear in his face. He half-expects everything to go up in a puff of smoke, a trick of mirrors, except Zaveid seems to actually be sitting on that stone.

The chef gives a jump. It's enough to propel him next to the seraph, and there's a moment of surprise when the stone holds his weight without effort]

And what's a Reyflake?

[Rayflak? Falke? Whatever.]

[shirtlesspersona]

S'Eizen's... house. [ that probably doesn't explain much either, unless Sanji really thinks on it. Eizen was described as earth, right? If Zaveid can be the wind, what could Eizen do to stone?

Suddenly those arched pathways are as natural and yet made as they look. ]

C'n almost see the top from the sea... might've been Edna's... adding to it...

[concasse]

[Ah, there's a name he recognizes (and one he doesn't). Not that the information does shit for him, but Sanji's seen stranger on the Grand Line. Zaveid says it's the guy's house, and so the chef takes it at face value]

Not what I'd call homey...

[Still not comfortable with the idea of sitting, Sanji juggles his weight from foot to foot, shifting around as he continues taking in the scenery.]

But you recognize it, eh? Must be the castle hiccupin' or some shit.

[shirtlesspersona]

[ Zaveid laughs, still pretty sleepy sounding. ]

Seraphim ... need different ...stuff... [ So he's not surprised. ]

Mhmm. Just... not how it looks now...