[He very nearly yells at him again - partly to satisfy some childish desire to get the last word in - but Kotetsu's already gone, and Sanji can do nothing but kick one of the cupboards in frustration, mood gone to hell and now with a dent to prove it.
Tch! Fine then. A beat later and Sanji stubbornly picks up one of the discarded dishes, polishing it to a mirror shine. He can roll with this, too. It shouldn't be any concern of his anyway.
... Except that he can't feed fire to his anger by will alone, especially when that nagging shit called a conscience points out the very line he'd crossed. Over and over. Everything else he can back up, but not that one callous sentence. And it nags him relentlessly until thirty minutes after Kotetsu's departure, Sanji snarls out loud and nearly shatters one of his own plates against the sink, now pissed for an entirely different reason.
Shit. He hates this.
And now, we enter eight thirty at night. It's already dark, perfect for a covert mission. In Community House 1, Floor 3, room #14, there will be a prompt knock on the door, and with any luck the culprit will flee the scene before Kotetsu has a chance to spot him, leaving behind only a simple Styrofoam box with something inside.]
March 14th
Tch! Fine then. A beat later and Sanji stubbornly picks up one of the discarded dishes, polishing it to a mirror shine. He can roll with this, too. It shouldn't be any concern of his anyway.
... Except that he can't feed fire to his anger by will alone, especially when that nagging shit called a conscience points out the very line he'd crossed. Over and over. Everything else he can back up, but not that one callous sentence. And it nags him relentlessly until thirty minutes after Kotetsu's departure, Sanji snarls out loud and nearly shatters one of his own plates against the sink, now pissed for an entirely different reason.
Shit. He hates this.
And now, we enter eight thirty at night. It's already dark, perfect for a covert mission. In Community House 1, Floor 3, room #14, there will be a prompt knock on the door, and with any luck the culprit will flee the scene before Kotetsu has a chance to spot him, leaving behind only a simple Styrofoam box with something inside.]