At least, until Sanji enters the kitchen. He's got an order in hand, and vaguely notes the newest presence by the sink as he breezes past -- Kotetsu, of course. And late. That deserves a faint grousing, if nothing else, and Sanji prepares to deliver in style--
The threat dies somewhere in his throat when he finally looks up.]
... Kotetsu. [He speaks slowly, on the off-chance he's dreaming this.] What the hell happened?
March 14th! Because I say so B|
At least, until Sanji enters the kitchen. He's got an order in hand, and vaguely notes the newest presence by the sink as he breezes past -- Kotetsu, of course. And late. That deserves a faint grousing, if nothing else, and Sanji prepares to deliver in style--
The threat dies somewhere in his throat when he finally looks up.]
... Kotetsu. [He speaks slowly, on the off-chance he's dreaming this.] What the hell happened?