We had finally gotten home so I could set him down on the couch, almost falling on him in the process. This made room for an awkward moment with two red faces. Luffy had tried to cook a few minutes ago, and Sanji went to go yell at and tackle him. Both me and Luffy wrestled him to get back on the couch, and now we're all sitting in the living room drinking tea calmly, me and Luffy in chairs and Sanji on the couch. He glared at as tentatively I could almost hear him yelling. He didn't like others touching the cook-ware? Especially Luffy. If any of it got damaged who knows what would happen to us. Good lord I hope this ends well. Speaking of which that reminds me.. "Sanji, how did you get hurt like that?"
"Huh..? What are you talking about yah damn moss-head?"
"I'd think you'd know."
He shifted I watched him avert his eyes, pretending he didn't know. Pretending, everything was fine.
"Well," he paused, "I don't." I felt a glare settling in. This damn curly-blonde-headed-cook is going to get under my skin. He may even be one of the only ones who can. In a sense I suppose that's why we're close. I took In a deep breath and it began, the glaring competition.