Blackleg Sanji WCI
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He had alluded himself from the person he was meant to marry, he knew what he was doing here, and like it or not he still had to find a means of agreement.
Indulged, he slunk further into the dim-lit halls of the night towards the kitchen. It appeared he had not been the only one that closed themselves off.
Leaned up against a wall as he listened to the humming, cigarette lit.