[He stares at Sanji, mouth parted, holding his tea in his hands. It's almost comical.
When he realizes Sanji isn't lying at all, he reaches up and pulls the blanket further around his head, like it'll defend him from the chef's power. Or his wrath. Whichever. Despite this, he still tries to fight this off with metaphorical fists.]
... Oi, oi, I just wanted a place to stay for the night. What would you want me to say?
I'll get over it. It's not a big deal.
[Oh, there. There's the last shard of his usual steadfast presence falling off and shattering into little splinter-sized bits... Maybe this was a mistake. Too little too late, Kotetsu.]
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When he realizes Sanji isn't lying at all, he reaches up and pulls the blanket further around his head, like it'll defend him from the chef's power. Or his wrath. Whichever. Despite this, he still tries to fight this off with metaphorical fists.]
... Oi, oi, I just wanted a place to stay for the night. What would you want me to say?
I'll get over it. It's not a big deal.
[Oh, there. There's the last shard of his usual steadfast presence falling off and shattering into little splinter-sized bits... Maybe this was a mistake. Too little too late, Kotetsu.]