katakuri would be the first to admit that he wasn't the most attentive. he usually spaced out at the beginning of a battle and woke up back in his room just in time for merienda. oh how enjoyed his snack time...
that was the only time he seemed to be there, his mind clear and in bliss. no fogginess, no ticking in the back of his head. just bliss. the art he made with his fruit, because it was a show.
to construct a shrine that he liked, that functioned like real craftsmanship and not like mochi. it was something he was proud of, not that he would admit that to anyone. not even brulee knew.. atleast he hoped she didn't.
he was getting soft in his age. that was it.
katakuri looked at the destroyed mirrorscape, his eyes felt heavy and he saw everything with glassy eyes. there was a soft green light over everything. it was nice. not unlike the purple light that seemed to haunt him.
I'm actually awake, that was good, he mused to himself as he looked towards where his sister's voice was clear, it had been awhile since he could see.
brulee must have said something nice, because he could feel his face heat up. old age he supposed. wouldn't do his reputation any good to be so easily flustered. his siblings needed him... well they did. katakuri was sure that flampe had mouthed off.
brulee hummed when she heard her brother sigh, it had not done him any good to fight strawhat and miss merienda at the exact time he liked. and the interruption of his snacking was sure to not have helped.
katakuri held back a whine when he opened his eyes, there was light streaming in from his window. the purple light was back and his body was rocking.
he sniffed the air. salt. his body wasn't rocking, he was just on a ship. a ship that he didn't remember boarding. it must have been brulee, he thought.
he turned onto his side, wrapping his scarf tighter around his face and pulling the blankets to cover his arms. his outfit was designed for the impossible heat on whole cake island, not the chilly air of whatever island they were headed towards.
he would ask later.
he wasn't worried if someone saw him laying down, not anymore, not when deep exhaustion spread through his body. he had no need for pride, not right now. word had no doubt spread and all expectations and pedestals had been shattered.
he could rest, if only for a bit. and if when he woke up, everything was green again. then it was a good call. if not.. he would have to deal.