[The fact that he can talk about starvation so cavalierly is an immediate signal to Sanji that he doesn't know what he's talking about. Not at all. The cook decides, perhaps a tad too quickly, that his new roommate is a piece of shit who needs to be taught a painful lesson right the fuck now.
Sanji gets right up in the guy's personal space, meets his empty eyes dead on with his own fiery pair, and blows smoke in his face.]
You better be asking for a fight 'cause you're getting one either way.
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Sanji gets right up in the guy's personal space, meets his empty eyes dead on with his own fiery pair, and blows smoke in his face.]
You better be asking for a fight 'cause you're getting one either way.