[Seeing as Sanji's been standing outside this godforsaken door for the past ten minutes (oh yes, he counted them), the state of Yusuke's dress is hardly surprising -- though damn they strike a pair, the art-covered nerd and the overly-polished asshole.
Doesn't do much for that visible throbbing against his temple, however.]
Tch. Good to see you, too. Nice weather, you look healthy, got paint in your hair--
[Rocketing through the pleasantries in one breath before he waves the rest of them off with a flick of his wrist. NOW TO BUSINESS]
Listen, I need to borrow your tastebuds -- but since I can't just take 'em, the rest of you's gotta come along, too.
[And he punctuates the statement by shaking a plastic bag he's been carrying the entire time, opaque enough to hide whatever's in it.]
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Doesn't do much for that visible throbbing against his temple, however.]
Tch. Good to see you, too. Nice weather, you look healthy, got paint in your hair--
[Rocketing through the pleasantries in one breath before he waves the rest of them off with a flick of his wrist. NOW TO BUSINESS]
Listen, I need to borrow your tastebuds -- but since I can't just take 'em, the rest of you's gotta come along, too.
[And he punctuates the statement by shaking a plastic bag he's been carrying the entire time, opaque enough to hide whatever's in it.]