[Flattery, eh? Much as Sanji would rather just ignore the man (though damn right that was a splendid kick), someone sounds like he's been around long enough to know the pecking order, and Sanji's working with little to no knowledge of his current circumstances.
His own fault for running off without so much as a "thanks for nothing" to his God, but too late for excuses. He sends Jae-Ha a glare, far gentler than the look he's been giving the zombies.]
So what's that make you? You get brought back, too?
[Shinki, he thinks is the term -- and then there's no time for much else thought because easy targets or no, the zombies have numbers on their side. Only Sanji's body remembers battle; not the mind. Being pissed is a substitute for anxiety, and he steels himself for another wave of them coming at both himself and his newest companion]
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His own fault for running off without so much as a "thanks for nothing" to his God, but too late for excuses. He sends Jae-Ha a glare, far gentler than the look he's been giving the zombies.]
So what's that make you? You get brought back, too?
[Shinki, he thinks is the term -- and then there's no time for much else thought because easy targets or no, the zombies have numbers on their side. Only Sanji's body remembers battle; not the mind. Being pissed is a substitute for anxiety, and he steels himself for another wave of them coming at both himself and his newest companion]