[Oh, the things Sanji could say right now, ranging from "We've got a shitty loser on our hands" to "So if I kicked him into the street, would his blood count as art?"
... But again, surprise of surprises, Sanji chooses to follow a more diplomatic path if it will save Yusuke the headache. He doesn't get out of his seat, but his tone is frustratingly level, expression having relaxed back into neutral.]
Disagreement over seating arrangements. [He offers the man a cool stare] But it's fine, I gave him some alternatives.
[So are we done here, asshole?? Sanji would like to eat instead of keeping up his end of the staring contest. And after the guy scoffs, clearly frustrated but feeling outnumbered --]
... Whatever.
[The man prepares to leave. Sanji visibly relaxes.
... Until he hears the guy mutter something under his breath and never mind, whatever he said, Sanji is on his feet and prowling forward, Yusuke has exactly two seconds to catch him before Sanji literally paints the street with someone's blood today--]
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... But again, surprise of surprises, Sanji chooses to follow a more diplomatic path if it will save Yusuke the headache. He doesn't get out of his seat, but his tone is frustratingly level, expression having relaxed back into neutral.]
Disagreement over seating arrangements. [He offers the man a cool stare] But it's fine, I gave him some alternatives.
[So are we done here, asshole?? Sanji would like to eat instead of keeping up his end of the staring contest. And after the guy scoffs, clearly frustrated but feeling outnumbered --]
... Whatever.
[The man prepares to leave. Sanji visibly relaxes.
... Until he hears the guy mutter something under his breath and never mind, whatever he said, Sanji is on his feet and prowling forward, Yusuke has exactly two seconds to catch him before Sanji literally paints the street with someone's blood today--]