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[deviledlegs]

[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.

[hot_mes]

[that brings out a rare chuckle from him]

I'm not sorry. If I have to suffer, someone else is going to share in it.

[there's a pause, a clink of utensils, and then more quietly:] Thanks. For the advice.

[deviledlegs]

[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.]

You wanna thank me, get me more rice.

[hot_mes]

[well that is a fair price for advice. And also means more onigiri, so win-win]

Fine. I'll scrounge up another sack next time I head to or from the clinic.

[deviledlegs]

Good man. I'll make a master chore boy of you yet.