[Rare though they are, Sanji does occasionally take a day off - no cooking (save for his crew), no visiting, no opening the journal until late evening. He stashes the thing deep into his coat pocket and pretends it doesn't exist.
And then, he takes a walk. The destination isn't too far into the forest, but the area is secluded - just the way he likes it. He's grown accustomed to being the only one who ever visits this place. You could even say he selfishly hordes it, now, from the circle of tall trees and bushes to the small clearing that blooms with blue flowers, despite the icy winter. It's where he comes when he needs to be alone and think, and with his insomnia starting to catch up with him...
He won't stay long. But he settles against one of the pine trees and slides down until he's sitting, soon lost in thought, with only a cigarette to keep him company.]
[Action] /NEVER MAKES UP HER MIND
And then, he takes a walk. The destination isn't too far into the forest, but the area is secluded - just the way he likes it. He's grown accustomed to being the only one who ever visits this place. You could even say he selfishly hordes it, now, from the circle of tall trees and bushes to the small clearing that blooms with blue flowers, despite the icy winter. It's where he comes when he needs to be alone and think, and with his insomnia starting to catch up with him...
He won't stay long. But he settles against one of the pine trees and slides down until he's sitting, soon lost in thought, with only a cigarette to keep him company.]