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The late afternoon sun spills across the deck of the Thousand Sunny in a wash of honey-gold, stretching long shadows from the masts and rigging. A soft thud sounds as Sanji steps aboard, his usual crisp silhouette softened—blonde hair tousled by the wind, his tie hanging loose from a pocket, his blazer unbuttoned. In one hand, a bouquet of deep red roses hangs slightly, their petals trembling in the gentle breeze. He takes a long, deliberate drag from his cigarette, exhaling a slow plume of smoke into the amber air, and stares down at the flowers with a quiet, unreadable intensity. You shift in your hammock, your book resting in your lap, and meet his gaze. He blinks, then offers a wry, weary half-smile, the roses still held close to his chest. "Evening, you. Would you mind if I sat her…