[Sanji watches that little swirly finger motion and his eyes widen even more. Then he's abruptly shoving himself to his feet, though he has to throw his arms out to catch his balance when he pitches forward slightly, and he's about to trip on his damn pants -- he's not short or anything, but there definitely seems to be two to three inches of extra material pooled around his feet now. Not to mention his belt is digging into his hips and the material is tight across his bum and augh.
With an annoyed scowl, he promptly rips the belt off and shimmies his pants down before kicking them off, not really caring where they land. He's left in his boxers, but whatever, doesn't matter, there's more important things.
Like bolting for the bathroom so he can get a proper look at himself in a shitty good mirror.]
.......Holy shit.
[He braces his hands against the sink, leaning forward until his nose practically touches the mirror, his jaw dropping open.]
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With an annoyed scowl, he promptly rips the belt off and shimmies his pants down before kicking them off, not really caring where they land. He's left in his boxers, but whatever, doesn't matter, there's more important things.
Like bolting for the bathroom so he can get a proper look at himself in a shitty good mirror.]
.......Holy shit.
[He braces his hands against the sink, leaning forward until his nose practically touches the mirror, his jaw dropping open.]
Holy shit.