[Considering she misses dinner, Sanji isn't feeling all that hot by the time Nami returns. The evening has been spent gaily beating himself up for opening his shitty mouth - what in seven hells possessed him to say those things? And true or not, the weight of the difference has made him too anxious for sleep.
Nami might get a surprise: the moment she goes for the door, Sanji has already swung it open, with a coat settled in the crook of his arm. And he sends her a blank, unresponsive stare before who he's looking at registers]
You're home, Nami-san! [And his cheer is honest.] Are you hungry? I can make you something fresh to eat~! [Just ignore that coat in his arm >> He can have his walk later]
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[Considering she misses dinner, Sanji isn't feeling all that hot by the time Nami returns. The evening has been spent gaily beating himself up for opening his shitty mouth - what in seven hells possessed him to say those things? And true or not, the weight of the difference has made him too anxious for sleep.
Nami might get a surprise: the moment she goes for the door, Sanji has already swung it open, with a coat settled in the crook of his arm. And he sends her a blank, unresponsive stare before who he's looking at registers]
You're home, Nami-san! [And his cheer is honest.] Are you hungry? I can make you something fresh to eat~! [Just ignore that coat in his arm >> He can have his walk later]