[... Sanji makes no promises about those body pillows.
But thoughts for later! Sanji spins on his heel for the pleasure of it, ready to walk over to the bench and join Yusuke--
Except life isn't fair, and even if not to the extent of his past life, Sanji was apparently born under an ill-star. The collision of bodies is over in a second, both men on the floor, one of course being Sanji while the other is a random stranger who had been taking his daily jog. There's swearing, there's numb elbows, there's probably the promise of death spoken in French...
But the real kicker is the stranger, who gets back to his feet with a snarl, nursing his scraped cheek.] Would you watch it, dumbass!
[Nnnn]
Jeez, the hell are you from?? We don't stand around like dumbasses here in America!
[nNNNNNnn]
What, you got something to say? If you don't like it you ca... W-what the hell!?
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But thoughts for later! Sanji spins on his heel for the pleasure of it, ready to walk over to the bench and join Yusuke--
Except life isn't fair, and even if not to the extent of his past life, Sanji was apparently born under an ill-star. The collision of bodies is over in a second, both men on the floor, one of course being Sanji while the other is a random stranger who had been taking his daily jog. There's swearing, there's numb elbows, there's probably the promise of death spoken in French...
But the real kicker is the stranger, who gets back to his feet with a snarl, nursing his scraped cheek.] Would you watch it, dumbass!
[Nnnn]
Jeez, the hell are you from?? We don't stand around like dumbasses here in America!
[nNNNNNnn]
What, you got something to say? If you don't like it you ca... W-what the hell!?
[Hm. How strange.
The stranger's hair seems to be on fire.]