[he grunts again. It's kind of weird rooting through the cook's pocket and discounting the fact that it smells like him in a dizzying way-- Because he really doesn't need to go down that road... He pulls out what Sanji asked for and hands it to him.
He likes-- doesn't mind doing things for him. So long as it's a request and not a command like calling a dog to heel. He's nod dumb enough to say it though, or to ask if there was anything else that needed massaging because touch was damn addicting but--
It was a long way to fall and there was no way he could recover that distance]
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He likes-- doesn't mind doing things for him. So long as it's a request and not a command like calling a dog to heel. He's nod dumb enough to say it though, or to ask if there was anything else that needed massaging because touch was damn addicting but--
It was a long way to fall and there was no way he could recover that distance]