Nightshift 38: M31-M40 Hallway

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(From here.)

Holding a gun, ammo, a katana, and a kunai wasn't very easy. Especially when walking around a dark area at night. He'd waited for Akihiko to leave because Homura probably would have skinned him alive if his roommate had found out the club was in possession of a gun. And a key.

But he made it safely to M39 without falling on anything, which was a bonus considering he couldn't see a bloody thing without his flashlight on. He set his katana aside for a moment and knocked on the door.

"Uh... Kenren-han?" he called softly. "It's Hattori Heiji, the young guy from last night? I have that thing you need."

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Sanji didn't knock on the door. He kicked it. Several times. And loudly. "OI. This shit's heavy, so open up!"

He had the rest of the sniper's branches in his arms, though this hadn't kept him from lighting up a cigarette before he'd gathered them up. It wasn't as though accidentally burning this place to the ground would be much of a tragedy.

The wood wasn't even really all that heavy, despite his yelling. It was just awkward to handle. He hadn't felt much like searching for a better choice of words, though.

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[Sorry, I was thinking maybe you had wanted to just say 'it happened' without playing it out and I'd misremembered, or did I? ^^;]

That kind of noise made Usopp jump, but Sanji being noisy wasn't a huge surprise. Guessing that the 'shit' was his wood, he opened the door up wide and stepped back, so Sanji could come through if he wanted and put it down.

"Evening, Sanji-kun! Thanks for keeping it this long." Now Usopp had to decide who else would hold it for him, at least until... "Hey, how did you light your cigarette? Do you have matches?" Of course, if Sanji had matches, he also had a use for them, so he might not be willing to share...

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The chef frowned as he dumped the whole load onto Usopp's bed and went to sit on the other. He had matches, obviously, but he didn't have a ton of them. Though he was sure Usopp could make good use of them, he didn't really want to hand them over. Nevertheless, he pulled what he had left from the small pocket of his pants. "Do you have a real important need for them?" He had less than half left. If he needed to hand over a couple...

But he'd come for another reason as well. "Oh. Here." Setting the matches aside for the moment, he pulled off the shoes he was wearing and tossed them back to his crewmate. "You can have these back. They scrunch up my little toes after a while, and that's just not going to work for me." The width just wasn't right.

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Usopp started picking at the wood once Sanji dropped it, dividing it into pieces based on size and shape and other criteria that presumably existed only in Usopp's own mind. Sanji's question was a problem, put off by the familiar shoes tossed Usopp's way. Turning, Usopp picked them up and sniffed them, then put them more neatly to the side. "Well, I thought it might work; it was worth a try, anyway."

That didn't answer the question about the matches, though. Were they important? Absolutely, everything was important! Were they real important? "Mmm, well, where'd you get the matches? If I could find a supply for them, it'd be handy, but I guess it's not vital or anything." At the absolute worst, he could start looking for viable flint outside; that might even be better in the long run, but for now, something to quickly spark flames would be handy. Still, Sanji's chain-smoking needs were pretty important too, and Usopp wasn't entirely sure he wanted to spend time around Sanji if Sanji'd be going without smokes all because of him.

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The chef 'hmphed' and began prying a few matches loose from the packet. He didn't have many cigarettes left anyway. He held onto the ones he'd taken off and handed the packet to the other pirate. "I got them from a visitor," he sighed. "I have no idea where to find them in this place."

Standing up then, Sanji stretched his arms above his head. There wasn't much point to sitting around here now. He might as well see if he could run into Luffy or Chopper - someone - before the night ended. As he was about to turn and leave, however, he suddenly looked back and pointed at the match book. "Anything you have left in there you give back to me, all right?"

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"That many?" Usopp's eyes sparkled, and he looked alarmingly close to hugging the pirate chef as he clutched instead at the packet. "Right! I'll take good care of it! I won't burn anything unless it really needs it! Thanks, Sanji-kun, you're the best! Take care!"

Well, not the absolute best. For example, now Usopp would have to figure out how to arrange the wood in his closet. At least he had his own boots back again, even if it was too bad Sanji hadn't fit them. And Sanji had been nice enough to keep them for this long, and to bring them by safely... leaving behind precious supplies that they might not be able to get more of easily.

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Knowing very well when he handed them over that he might not get any of them back, Sanji nonetheless gave the sniper a small grin as he headed out the door. Shit might be hitting the fan pretty hard, but at least Usopp would still be Usopp. He gave a short wave as he walked out.

"See you later," he said, then closed the door.