[ It isn’t terribly surprising, that button keeping his shirt closed. He hasn’t really been thinking about it— he’s been avoiding thinking about it, actually— but Sanji knows things have changed and they need to talk. Not that he knows what he’s going to say, really, because again: uncharted territory. Still, he’s grateful for it. It helps ground him, the contrast between that and the flirty, tantalizing photo she sent him earlier. It’s briefly amusing to think that all this started as another one of his endless attempts to flirt with her. ]
I think you’re right. [ He takes his time, carefully pouring each glass with a steady hand. With the kind of conversation they need to have, he makes it a heavy pour, filling each glass to less than an inch from the rim of the glass. His smile isn’t the normal, beaming grin that’s directed her way. It’s real, and genuine, but there’s a tinge of nervousness to it. Why is his stomach suddenly doing flips? ] Figured we could both use a full glass tonight.
[ After stowing the bottle— there’s still plenty left, just in case they need more— and gently taking one of the glasses, he glances down at the pale, yellow liquid. It’s one last chance to think. His only real experiences with romantic relationships are snapshots observed from afar while at Baratie and the only thing he learned from those was how to flirt (badly) with women. Then he takes a long drink and steels himself. ]
I don’t really… know what’s supposed to come next or what’s supposed to change. I don’t know what I’m doing. [ It’s a soft admission as he meets her gaze, voice quiet. He could try to pretend otherwise, and maybe he would if he didn’t like her so damn much, but… he doesn’t play it cool, not now. ] I just want you, Nami.
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I think you’re right. [ He takes his time, carefully pouring each glass with a steady hand. With the kind of conversation they need to have, he makes it a heavy pour, filling each glass to less than an inch from the rim of the glass. His smile isn’t the normal, beaming grin that’s directed her way. It’s real, and genuine, but there’s a tinge of nervousness to it. Why is his stomach suddenly doing flips? ] Figured we could both use a full glass tonight.
[ After stowing the bottle— there’s still plenty left, just in case they need more— and gently taking one of the glasses, he glances down at the pale, yellow liquid. It’s one last chance to think. His only real experiences with romantic relationships are snapshots observed from afar while at Baratie and the only thing he learned from those was how to flirt (badly) with women. Then he takes a long drink and steels himself. ]
I don’t really… know what’s supposed to come next or what’s supposed to change. I don’t know what I’m doing. [ It’s a soft admission as he meets her gaze, voice quiet. He could try to pretend otherwise, and maybe he would if he didn’t like her so damn much, but… he doesn’t play it cool, not now. ] I just want you, Nami.