[This is the real reason people call Law the Surgeon of Death. He'll save people's lives with his skill and power, then immediately torture them with his atrocious bedside manner.]
You're gonna repeat it back to me one more time after dinner. I won't let you leave until I know you've got it down. These are the very basics, you know.
[He can't make sure Law will follow through, but he can make sure that he memorizes this shit. At the very least, this way, the guy shouldn't make the same mistake twice.]
[pouting fiercely because he hates being treated like a child, but this time he brought it on himself. He really is being a child about this oh-so-serious talk about his non-relationship.]
Basics, huh? I suppose I should be glad it's not a real relationship. I'd rather stab myself than have to go through that.
[grumbling into his dinner, because there was actually some good advice in there somewhere and he's going to use it to finally have A Talk. But. The rest. Ugh. Black Leg.]
[Sanji is shocked speechless for a whole two seconds before he remembers to slurp up the rest of his forkful of pasta. It's all very graceful, I assure you.]
...You're not making it easy for me to root for you.
[These are the last words anyone would expect Sanji to say when discussing the sex lives of beautiful women. That is until they look up and see that he is desperately shoving the palm of his hand over his nose and mouth as blood spurts through his fingers and onto his plate.
[Which means that, at one point, he had in fact not been. Congrats, Law. This may be a legit thing you have to worry about in the near future.]
But you can't just come out of nowhere and say something like that with a straight face! You can't, you can't!
[His voice is laughably hideous with his nostrils plugged and drowning, but his present humiliation is not his top priority here. Already, he's rocketing to his feet, scraping his chair across the floor, and rushing for the nearest sink.
[hmm, yes, he smells a story, there. But as long as there's no blood on his pasta, he's just going to keep going.]
Too late, I just did.
[aww yeah the sass is back.]
You know, as the only competent physician around here, if you have any underlying conditions I haven't been made aware of, now's a good time to warn me.
["only" is, well, in his estimation. He's pretty sure Black Leg is a super-healthy dude, just from his quick assessments before landing on Dressrosa, but one never knows.]
[If he sounds like he's swooning, that's because he is. He is definitely swooning.]
There's no need to thank me yet again, dear lady! Your first is still a firm, unyielding lighthouse within my very soul! Just knowing you're still thinking about me is enough to make every second I've spent here worth while!
I'm Sanji, first rate cook of the sea, and I only said what I did because I wanted to. If that's kindness, I'll gladly be kind to you for all eternity.
[Sanji can't answer right away. He's busy battling the bleed. Some good, ol' mind-over-matter mental chanting later, he manages to hold his breath and pressure the shit out of his nose long enough to stem the flow. His answer, when it finally does come, is delivered from behind a wet rag.]
That's more Usopp's shtick. My symptoms will clear right up as soon as I deliver our leftovers to a few ladies in residence and can finally erase every shitty word you've said today from my poor, overworked brain.
[He takes a moment to process that appreciation. Then he mirrors Law's chuckle with ease, even as he sidles back to save his dinner from his own blood splatter.]
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