[For a split second, Baren looks surprised that the door even opens.
If it was him, he'd escape through the window, he'd ignore the knocks if he was angry - and even if he can't understand why Sanji's angry, he's amazed that he's even getting a chance to plead his case. He should be careful and sincere—]
No, you what. I asked first.
[Oh. Fuckin. Okay.
Still there's the immediate way that he places his foot in the doorframe so Sanji can't close it on him, not unlike their last encounter in the hospital reversed. There's the furrow of his brow, the sincere confusion that crosses his face because it sincerely hasn't registered what he did.]
The hell is this?
[The discomfort is obvious, at least, and he continues to ask questions while still stepping around the one he really wants the answer to.
Why are you mad at me?]
Did something happen? Is the flyer fucking traumatic or something?
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If it was him, he'd escape through the window, he'd ignore the knocks if he was angry - and even if he can't understand why Sanji's angry, he's amazed that he's even getting a chance to plead his case. He should be careful and sincere—]
No, you what. I asked first.
[Oh. Fuckin. Okay.
Still there's the immediate way that he places his foot in the doorframe so Sanji can't close it on him, not unlike their last encounter in the hospital reversed. There's the furrow of his brow, the sincere confusion that crosses his face because it sincerely hasn't registered what he did.]
The hell is this?
[The discomfort is obvious, at least, and he continues to ask questions while still stepping around the one he really wants the answer to.
Why are you mad at me?]
Did something happen? Is the flyer fucking traumatic or something?