[That single, simple touch is like a shock to the system. Sanji feels it, too, the sudden ability to scramble backwards if need be, but it's so startling that he more just falters for a moment, his hand slipping off the table as he sucks his stomach in. Zoro yells at him at the same time his elbow crashes into the tabletop, the rest of him flailing inelegantly backwards until he land in an undignified heap on the floor, books all but forgotten in his haste to just move away.
He can't scoot back any further, already pressed up against the edge of the coffee table, but he manages to pull his arms back around with a wince, rubbing at his elbow as he glares blearily up at Zoro from...well, basically from between his legs. But at least Sanji fell onto his ass and isn't awkwardly on his knees or something because that's—
Well.
That's just a mental image he definitely did not want, what the fuck, brain?
Sanji lurches back even more, shoving the coffee table right along with him until there's a distance between them that might qualify as safe. And only then does he let out a relieved breath, before following it up with a petulant mutter:]
Ow.
[...It's not like he knows what else to say right now, okay.]
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He can't scoot back any further, already pressed up against the edge of the coffee table, but he manages to pull his arms back around with a wince, rubbing at his elbow as he glares blearily up at Zoro from...well, basically from between his legs. But at least Sanji fell onto his ass and isn't awkwardly on his knees or something because that's—
Well.
That's just a mental image he definitely did not want, what the fuck, brain?
Sanji lurches back even more, shoving the coffee table right along with him until there's a distance between them that might qualify as safe. And only then does he let out a relieved breath, before following it up with a petulant mutter:]
Ow.
[...It's not like he knows what else to say right now, okay.]