[Sanji can't help but wrinkle his nose at the different scenarios Sabo's coming up with. Beaten up by bears?] Who gets beaten up by bears?
I just-- I didn't move fast enough. [He clenches his fists, frowning as Sabo looks him over, trying his best not to flinch away at the touch to his hair. In a way, the dull throbbing in the hand he'd used to punch Ichiji not too long ago is helping to keep him centered in the lie he's coming up with.] We do this kind of training all the time, so I'm used to it. I just messed up this time.
[That heroic declaration, however, has everything Sanji's trying to carefully build up crashing down. He can't help the little start he gives, the way his gaze snaps up from where it'd fallen to the floor, the way he looks confused as all hell, as if Sabo's speaking an entirely different language.]
Protect...? Why--? I--
[Good job, Sabo. You reduced this teensy six-year-old (seven??? who knows) to some very confused floundering. After all, why would someone as strong as Sabo want to protect a weakling like him?]
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I just-- I didn't move fast enough. [He clenches his fists, frowning as Sabo looks him over, trying his best not to flinch away at the touch to his hair. In a way, the dull throbbing in the hand he'd used to punch Ichiji not too long ago is helping to keep him centered in the lie he's coming up with.] We do this kind of training all the time, so I'm used to it. I just messed up this time.
[That heroic declaration, however, has everything Sanji's trying to carefully build up crashing down. He can't help the little start he gives, the way his gaze snaps up from where it'd fallen to the floor, the way he looks confused as all hell, as if Sabo's speaking an entirely different language.]
Protect...? Why--? I--
[Good job, Sabo. You reduced this teensy six-year-old (seven??? who knows) to some very confused floundering. After all, why would someone as strong as Sabo want to protect a weakling like him?]