[As the noise steadily increases in volume, Sanji feels his body turn stiff - all except for his hands. As if possessed, those twitchy things fly out of his pockets and cover his ears in an attempt to mute the noise, but his nails bite into the skin instead, scratching insistently and without his permission.
It's to his luck that Sora grabs him by the shirt. The flame would've found its mark with him so busy trying to rip through his eardrums. He hears Sora scream and damn it, that fuckin noise -- even the heat seems a secondary threat when he swears he can hear the blood scratching along this veins and--
...
And that sure is a huge rooster staring at him.]
-- Oi, I am not fighting a shitty cock in the shitty forest! [Are you kidding him? Even dead men have pride.]
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It's to his luck that Sora grabs him by the shirt. The flame would've found its mark with him so busy trying to rip through his eardrums. He hears Sora scream and damn it, that fuckin noise -- even the heat seems a secondary threat when he swears he can hear the blood scratching along this veins and--
...
And that sure is a huge rooster staring at him.]
-- Oi, I am not fighting a shitty cock in the shitty forest! [Are you kidding him? Even dead men have pride.]