[He smiles just slightly, hoping that his face looks relaxed and kind in a situation like this. Sanji doesn't know the whole story about what's going on and he doesn't need to; a kid doesn't deserve to be imprisoned. He's willing to take shit being directed at his person, but not her.
As he speaks again, his voice lowers to a softer pitch, while still carrying that comforting note to it.]
I'm pretty good at some things.
[He's grateful that he still has his shoes on him, so the chef turns his body slightly and raises his unchained leg up high, before slamming it down on the chain that's attached to his other ankle. Normally, this sort of shit works, but who knows what happens in these dreams.]
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As he speaks again, his voice lowers to a softer pitch, while still carrying that comforting note to it.]
I'm pretty good at some things.
[He's grateful that he still has his shoes on him, so the chef turns his body slightly and raises his unchained leg up high, before slamming it down on the chain that's attached to his other ankle. Normally, this sort of shit works, but who knows what happens in these dreams.]