[Taako will . . . . . . . give Sanji some time to cool the fuck off before he's trying to find him again. Eventually, when he does, just putting one macaron in front of him. Then moving out of the way enough in case Sanji actually does take a swing at him.]
[... Sanji's not sure what pisses him off more -- that this is clearly a macaron made with skill, or that Taako is determined to finish his task.
He won't take a swing at him, even heaves a sigh that suggests he won't lob the food back at the other guy's face, either, but his expression isn't friendly]
Fine. We're even. You happy now?
[Like bruh, why won't you leave him alone. Sanji knows Taako doesn't care]
Y'know what? He's gonna eat that macaron as he decides whether or not he should kick Taako in the teeth, knowing damn well he's not gonna and hating the fact]
... My old man locked me up in a dungeon so I ran away. Then I got hired on a floating restaurant, and a few months later it was destroyed in a hurricane. [A shrug] I lived, then got washed on top of a rock for shitty three months while the guy with me ate his own leg to survive.
[... The urge to burn everything to the ground has increased tenfold. He wants so badly to stay mad.
Instead he draws a hand through his hair and leans back, then folds his arms (the cookie was delicious but he's gonna make Taako spill his guts, first)]
Well if yours is what we'd call "a huge bummer" - really, my guy, rough! I know I sound sarcastic, but that's just my voice - then I'm what you'd call, uh, scrappy? Just your general sad orphan spunky street rat story.
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There. Replacement.
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He won't take a swing at him, even heaves a sigh that suggests he won't lob the food back at the other guy's face, either, but his expression isn't friendly]
Fine. We're even. You happy now?
[Like bruh, why won't you leave him alone. Sanji knows Taako doesn't care]
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[Hauling himself up to sit on the counter.]
So, street kid? Caught in a war? . . . Other circumstances?
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Y'know what? He's gonna eat that macaron as he decides whether or not he should kick Taako in the teeth, knowing damn well he's not gonna and hating the fact]
... My old man locked me up in a dungeon so I ran away. Then I got hired on a floating restaurant, and a few months later it was destroyed in a hurricane. [A shrug] I lived, then got washed on top of a rock for shitty three months while the guy with me ate his own leg to survive.
[It was a great time]
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Taako kicks his legs a bit, pretending like he's not TOTALLY hanging on Sanji's opinion of the cookie. It is a baller ass cookie by the way.]
Holy shit! That's way more hardcore than mine. Gotta say-- gotta say, mine does not involve eating any legs.
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Instead he draws a hand through his hair and leans back, then folds his arms (the cookie was delicious but he's gonna make Taako spill his guts, first)]
Fine. What's your sob story?
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... Well, uh. Sorry to hear it.
[His voice is unfortunately sincere.]
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