[The sound Sanji makes is somewhere between a growl and a whimper, a result of every muscle screeching protest at Sora's terrible bedside manner. The fuck kind of spell was that, dude? That was more danger than the actual ayakashi.]
Tch-- [Despite his body's protests, Sanji rolls off the poor kid, onto his own back, and stares at the clump of branches overhead.] I've had enough of this shitty forest...
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Tch-- [Despite his body's protests, Sanji rolls off the poor kid, onto his own back, and stares at the clump of branches overhead.] I've had enough of this shitty forest...
[Dear seas, he's ready to go home.]