Sanji still hadn't received word from Fakir that his pale friend had been found, so he continued to keep an eye out as he traversed the city on his errands before work. Spring was in the air and nobody hassled him about smoking when he walked, two good reasons to take a detour past the big park just in case the fluffball had finally come back to his usual haunt.

In fact, that hairstyle over there looked awfully familiar...