[Rude, that means Sanji's gotta be the one to rearrange them on couch, tugging Yusuke along so there's a blanket over both of them and they're reclined on the cushions. Grumbling, he wraps an arm around his boyfriend and promptly flops his face into his shoulder]
Fine, no more cursed tattoos tryin' to kill me.
[As for that last statement? He offers nothing but a tired grunt, par for the course with this asshole, only softening the moment by squeezing the hand still captured in his]
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Fine, no more cursed tattoos tryin' to kill me.
[As for that last statement? He offers nothing but a tired grunt, par for the course with this asshole, only softening the moment by squeezing the hand still captured in his]