[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.
[ Definitely not quickly at all, given the almost visceral reaction he has to Sanji's fighting talk. The grin that splits his face is equal parts exuberant and boyish, almost out of place given the severity of the situation they've landed themselves in. His gaze holds Sanji's unwavering, and the plume of smoke blown into his face gets nothing aside from a barely-there half-blink.
The odd gem that glows, faint, at his hip is probably the only tell Sanji will get before he reaches up, water droplets glistening around fingers that he pinches at the end of the blond's cigarette to promptly put it out with a faint sizzle. ]
Holding back isn't an option. Don't disappoint me. [ For him or for Sanji, it's not explicitly said. Maybe it's a mix of both. ]
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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.
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The odd gem that glows, faint, at his hip is probably the only tell Sanji will get before he reaches up, water droplets glistening around fingers that he pinches at the end of the blond's cigarette to promptly put it out with a faint sizzle. ]
Holding back isn't an option. Don't disappoint me. [ For him or for Sanji, it's not explicitly said. Maybe it's a mix of both. ]