[Goes both ways, huh. Well fine. Maybe he can deal with that. He accepts it silently, taking a deep breath and letting it out.
The rest, well. Sanji crosses his arms over his chests, chin lifted in a stubborn way as he harrumphs. Mostly for show.]
Sensory overload.
[His breath hitches a bit as Zoro's hand knocks into him again. It's not something they usually do, this casual sort of touching -- and talking, really. So he's almost overly aware of it, that touch feeling like it's burning straight through the material of his pants and into his skin. He swallows after a moment, forcing himself to keep his eyes on Zoro's face and not make anything out of it.]
Pretty sure I terrified the shit out of some of those poor girls, though.
[He shrugs as if to say: Oh well! What can you do?]
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The rest, well. Sanji crosses his arms over his chests, chin lifted in a stubborn way as he harrumphs. Mostly for show.]
Sensory overload.
[His breath hitches a bit as Zoro's hand knocks into him again. It's not something they usually do, this casual sort of touching -- and talking, really. So he's almost overly aware of it, that touch feeling like it's burning straight through the material of his pants and into his skin. He swallows after a moment, forcing himself to keep his eyes on Zoro's face and not make anything out of it.]
Pretty sure I terrified the shit out of some of those poor girls, though.
[He shrugs as if to say: Oh well! What can you do?]