[Yeah, yeah, he should've seen it coming; Sanji's wrath is easy to capture, really. Kotetsu just can't see a few feet in front of his face when it comes to plotting. He grabs Sanji's wrist out of reflex from the temperamental motion, too startled to be angry.
The tea spills, drops to the ground. The collar rips, exposing gnarled flesh, a space the size of a wide bite; and then, fresher than the other scar revealed, a smoother burn scar from a criminal's green-blue flames. They almost mirror each other.
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[Yeah, yeah, he should've seen it coming; Sanji's wrath is easy to capture, really. Kotetsu just can't see a few feet in front of his face when it comes to plotting. He grabs Sanji's wrist out of reflex from the temperamental motion, too startled to be angry.
The tea spills, drops to the ground. The collar rips, exposing gnarled flesh, a space the size of a wide bite; and then, fresher than the other scar revealed, a smoother burn scar from a criminal's green-blue flames. They almost mirror each other.
There's a heavy pause.]
...
What good would that do...?