Then why didn't you just ask for it to begin with, damn ero cook!?
[what the hell was he? A mind reader? He really didn't care but he'd rather take off his shirt a thousand times then for Sanji to get all fussy on him. He scowls at the cook and struggles out of his shirt, though things are pulling and another wound on his shoulder opens up.
And as he pulls the shirt over his head one of the tattered pieces gets caught on the loop of his top most earring somehow and so he's stuck. But only briefly. Shut up. Next time use your own damn shirt. Damn love cook.
Finally though he does get it off and scowls at Sanji daring him to say a thing. Just one word.]
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[what the hell was he? A mind reader? He really didn't care but he'd rather take off his shirt a thousand times then for Sanji to get all fussy on him. He scowls at the cook and struggles out of his shirt, though things are pulling and another wound on his shoulder opens up.
And as he pulls the shirt over his head one of the tattered pieces gets caught on the loop of his top most earring somehow and so he's stuck. But only briefly. Shut up. Next time use your own damn shirt. Damn love cook.
Finally though he does get it off and scowls at Sanji daring him to say a thing. Just one word.]