At any rate, he's definitely late. Yet when he enters, he doesn't necessarily provide a chipper greeting. Rather, he's quiet as he moves to set the table. Rather plainly. No candles.
. . . .
And then as he leans against the counter, watching Sanji cook, he sighs.]
I need you to tell me I'm a terrible person. And maybe punch me later.
[Nevermind that if Sanji looks closely - he seems to be starting to develop a bruise on his jaw.]
week 3, wednesday
At any rate, he's definitely late. Yet when he enters, he doesn't necessarily provide a chipper greeting. Rather, he's quiet as he moves to set the table. Rather plainly. No candles.
. . . .
And then as he leans against the counter, watching Sanji cook, he sighs.]
I need you to tell me I'm a terrible person. And maybe punch me later.
[Nevermind that if Sanji looks closely - he seems to be starting to develop a bruise on his jaw.]