[ there's the ever present continued annoyance in the fact that one of his more valued pieces of clothing had certainly been through the ringer today, his face wincing every time his mind thinks of those torn buttons (as he ignores the other pulsing thrum in thinking of that chest nearly bursting out of the fabric). fortunately, he's distracted enough with other tasks around the galley to keep himself from getting too lost in that frustration, not until he has a chance to make it back to the cabin.
at first, he's obviously confused, seeing buttons attached to the shirt, before a closer examination notices that uncoordinated stitching. as his fingers brush along the back, he feels the odd bumps of extra threading, his face dropping to a blank stare and he realizes the job is even shabbier than a first glance would suggest.
it's a horrible, embarrassing effort — but it's an effort all the same. and sanji's plenty surprised.
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at first, he's obviously confused, seeing buttons attached to the shirt, before a closer examination notices that uncoordinated stitching. as his fingers brush along the back, he feels the odd bumps of extra threading, his face dropping to a blank stare and he realizes the job is even shabbier than a first glance would suggest.
it's a horrible, embarrassing effort — but it's an effort all the same. and sanji's plenty surprised.
and maybe a little touched.
so, fine, he sends another message, finally. ]
first time you pick up a needle?