... But neither does he feel like spending the energy keeping his name a secret when at the heart of it, Sanji doesn't care either way. After a disgruntled sigh:]
Sanji.
[And then because he might as well:]
So you a shinki? God?
[Please say no to the God option-- actually, on second thought, also say no to the shinki option. That way Sanji will feel obligated to drag Sora out of the forest, on account of him being a stupid civilian, and that would make his job much easier.
-- Except before Sora will get a chance to answer, there's a rustle in the treetops, and Sanji's calm demeanor breaks open like a dam. His hand reaches for Sora's shoulder, ready to yank him back. Only after a stiff pause where nothing else happens does he force himself to relax.]
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... But neither does he feel like spending the energy keeping his name a secret when at the heart of it, Sanji doesn't care either way. After a disgruntled sigh:]
Sanji.
[And then because he might as well:]
So you a shinki? God?
[Please say no to the God option-- actually, on second thought, also say no to the shinki option. That way Sanji will feel obligated to drag Sora out of the forest, on account of him being a stupid civilian, and that would make his job much easier.
-- Except before Sora will get a chance to answer, there's a rustle in the treetops, and Sanji's calm demeanor breaks open like a dam. His hand reaches for Sora's shoulder, ready to yank him back. Only after a stiff pause where nothing else happens does he force himself to relax.]
Tch. Haunted, eh? Not very original.