[Rolls his eyes before he can stop himself, but since he's got his head directed at the potato in his hands, it might go unnoticed.]
Well, it was real good of you to fuckin' try, at least.
[...The sarcasm is strong in this one. That slips out before he can stop himself, too, and he practically bites his tongue to keep from blurting out something else asshole-ish. He doesn't want to be this petty, and even though he's back in his right body, there's still this lingering feeling of not wanting to sound overly needy and...ugh, girly, shit. Shit, he needs to stop thinking like that. He knows this isn't a case of needing some big, strong man in his life catering to his every desire, he just.
Augh.
Well, for one, he needs to stop letting that damn island shape his thoughts so much. He's allowed to want his partner's support, there's nothing negative about that.
Sanji sets down the peeler and reaches for a knife, letting it slice through the first potato a little harder than necessary so that it thwacks of the cutting board.
Fuck, and now he's taking it out on his beloved kitchen utensils.]
I ain't pissed. [There, that's a start.] I'm—annoyed. And...
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Well, it was real good of you to fuckin' try, at least.
[...The sarcasm is strong in this one. That slips out before he can stop himself, too, and he practically bites his tongue to keep from blurting out something else asshole-ish. He doesn't want to be this petty, and even though he's back in his right body, there's still this lingering feeling of not wanting to sound overly needy and...ugh, girly, shit. Shit, he needs to stop thinking like that. He knows this isn't a case of needing some big, strong man in his life catering to his every desire, he just.
Augh.
Well, for one, he needs to stop letting that damn island shape his thoughts so much. He's allowed to want his partner's support, there's nothing negative about that.
Sanji sets down the peeler and reaches for a knife, letting it slice through the first potato a little harder than necessary so that it thwacks of the cutting board.
Fuck, and now he's taking it out on his beloved kitchen utensils.]
I ain't pissed. [There, that's a start.] I'm—annoyed. And...
[Hurt, maybe.
But he doesn't really want to say that one.]