[He actually wouldn't have minded... The hand in his hair, that is.
As it is, he tips his head back onto the couch, craning his neck to look up at Zoro when he speaks. A chuckle bubbles up out of his throat and he digs a hand into his pocket, searching for that cigarette he said he needed.]
Not bad... Yeah, I guess it wasn't.
[He lights up, which means momentarily bending his head forward again, hair falling into his face, but then he rests back against the couch again with a satisfied exhale of smoke up toward the ceiling.
That really was something. More intense than whatever little experience Sanji has had before, and just...good. His heart is still pounding away, partly from their just finished activities but also because there's a smidgeon of apprehension lodging itself in his chest. He can mostly ignore it for now, but wow.
There's no denying he's really fucking turned on from making out with a man. Even more than he thought he'd be when he gave himself the go-ahead to do this. It's a good thing there's not a mirror in front of him because he'd probably be mortified by his mussed up hair and wrinkled shirt that's still somewhat twisted around his torso.]
Not exactly how I thought this shitty day was gonna go when I woke up this morning, I'll tell you that.
[Which reminds him about his stupid fox and the fact that he has no idea where it is right now. Ugh.]
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As it is, he tips his head back onto the couch, craning his neck to look up at Zoro when he speaks. A chuckle bubbles up out of his throat and he digs a hand into his pocket, searching for that cigarette he said he needed.]
Not bad... Yeah, I guess it wasn't.
[He lights up, which means momentarily bending his head forward again, hair falling into his face, but then he rests back against the couch again with a satisfied exhale of smoke up toward the ceiling.
That really was something. More intense than whatever little experience Sanji has had before, and just...good. His heart is still pounding away, partly from their just finished activities but also because there's a smidgeon of apprehension lodging itself in his chest. He can mostly ignore it for now, but wow.
There's no denying he's really fucking turned on from making out with a man. Even more than he thought he'd be when he gave himself the go-ahead to do this. It's a good thing there's not a mirror in front of him because he'd probably be mortified by his mussed up hair and wrinkled shirt that's still somewhat twisted around his torso.]
Not exactly how I thought this shitty day was gonna go when I woke up this morning, I'll tell you that.
[Which reminds him about his stupid fox and the fact that he has no idea where it is right now. Ugh.]