[...Heh. A reaction like that actually manages to amuse Sanji, despite the situation. He cocks an eyebrow at the other man, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth again.
Vegeta's that type, huh? Figures. Polar opposite of Sanji. If he was married to such a gorgeous woman, he'd be singing her praises and fawning over her all day, every day. Actually, hell, being married aint't required -- he does that sort of shit anyway to damn near every pretty girl he sees walking down the street.
So Vegeta's supposed bubbling anger just kinda bounces right off Sanji as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. If he's going to get himself killed right now (because hell if he's going to call it quits just yet; he's still standing, after all...barely), he might as well enjoy a final smoke first.]
Alright, alright. Keep your shitty spandex on, I'm ready.
[Though, despite his words, he still takes the time to quickly light up before he tucks the lighter away again, leaving his hand in his pocket and looking across at Vegeta once more as he takes a drag.
He's still in his "ready" stance, feet slightly spread and more than prepared to snap a leg out if Vegeta comes at him. First move's on him, Sanji will just poke at him until he gets a fist smashed into his face or something.]
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Vegeta's that type, huh? Figures. Polar opposite of Sanji. If he was married to such a gorgeous woman, he'd be singing her praises and fawning over her all day, every day. Actually, hell, being married aint't required -- he does that sort of shit anyway to damn near every pretty girl he sees walking down the street.
So Vegeta's supposed bubbling anger just kinda bounces right off Sanji as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. If he's going to get himself killed right now (because hell if he's going to call it quits just yet; he's still standing, after all...barely), he might as well enjoy a final smoke first.]
Alright, alright. Keep your shitty spandex on, I'm ready.
[Though, despite his words, he still takes the time to quickly light up before he tucks the lighter away again, leaving his hand in his pocket and looking across at Vegeta once more as he takes a drag.
He's still in his "ready" stance, feet slightly spread and more than prepared to snap a leg out if Vegeta comes at him. First move's on him, Sanji will just poke at him until he gets a fist smashed into his face or something.]
So how'd you two meet?