[Sometime after Luffy's post the next morning, Sanji's in the galley getting a birthday party ready for someone who's not actually here to celebrate it...dammit. He's trying hard to be into it, but there's no denying he's in a mood. Hard not to be -- he's still irritated at his shitty body, not to mention uncomfortable, Luffy's running around wearing Usopp's face, and Zoro...
Well, Sanji doesn't really know what to think about that. He's angry, but also mad at himself for being angry. For letting the jerk's attitude last night get to him. The hell does he care if Zoro wants nothing to do with him when he looks like a girl? Sanji doesn't want anything to do with this girly form either, he just can't run away from it like some shitty cowards. Hmph.
Goddammit, he really wants his body back. Nngh.
ANYWAY, he's at the counter, brow furrowed as he furiously mixes some cake batter together.]
the following morning~
Well, Sanji doesn't really know what to think about that. He's angry, but also mad at himself for being angry. For letting the jerk's attitude last night get to him. The hell does he care if Zoro wants nothing to do with him when he looks like a girl? Sanji doesn't want anything to do with this girly form either, he just can't run away from it like some shitty cowards. Hmph.
Goddammit, he really wants his body back. Nngh.
ANYWAY, he's at the counter, brow furrowed as he furiously mixes some cake batter together.]