[He would've preferred Yusuke's anger, welcomed it. That's something he knows how to navigate, even if it's by running away from the heat or matching it with his own. What Yusuke offers is neither option, and now presented with the reason he asked for, Sanji keeps his stare angled wherever his boyfriend isn't.
... Hasn't let go of the other's wrist, though. Maybe he can convince himself that counts for something.]
Alright.
[It's not agreement so much as acknowledgment that, hey, Sanji has no right to start bitching. The muscles of his jaw work before he continues]
You should--
[fuckin dump me already.
Ugh.]
Forget that. [His forehead breaks into a sweat, looking another degree of feverish.. and he finally turns to show Yusuke the inside of his left wrist. It's... branded. A bright red that glows.]
So don't kick my ass until I explain everything, alright?
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... Hasn't let go of the other's wrist, though. Maybe he can convince himself that counts for something.]
Alright.
[It's not agreement so much as acknowledgment that, hey, Sanji has no right to start bitching. The muscles of his jaw work before he continues]
You should--
[fuckin dump me already.
Ugh.]
Forget that. [His forehead breaks into a sweat, looking another degree of feverish.. and he finally turns to show Yusuke the inside of his left wrist. It's... branded. A bright red that glows.]
So don't kick my ass until I explain everything, alright?