[He shifts a glance more firmly to the side, head still tilted, humored despite the circumstances. What, like how you kept me alive during the draft?
Of course he doesn't say this out loud, when his dry humor is best suited for another day. But he supposes there's no escaping it, now. The two of them just seem to have that type of relationship -- so predictable, it can't be called ironic anymore.]
Don't thank me yet. [Bringing himself out of his slouch, Sanji begins to stand] I gotta get you back to the clinic first.
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Of course he doesn't say this out loud, when his dry humor is best suited for another day. But he supposes there's no escaping it, now. The two of them just seem to have that type of relationship -- so predictable, it can't be called ironic anymore.]
Don't thank me yet. [Bringing himself out of his slouch, Sanji begins to stand] I gotta get you back to the clinic first.