[The fingers around Elicia's hands twitch, and the chef bows his head as if shamed. They're straightforward questions only a child can ask when facing the harsh reality of the world - all of them ones he can't answer. Or maybe he's just not talented enough.
Then she pulls back, startling him to look up and watch in horrid fascination as she mutilates her own art. He holds out his hand again.] O-oi-- [That she stops is the only reason Sanji refrains from removing the film himself, and shit, he has no idea what set her off or what's going through that little head of hers besides a looming loneliness he doesn't know if he can solve, and--
... Oh sweetie, no.
It only takes her looking at him like that for Sanji's expression to wilt further, heart simultaneously full and broken. The last of his anger falls to the wayside.]
I'm not mad. [Not anymore. He doesn't have it in him to be. His lips form into an unhappy smile, and after a pause, his arms envelop her until a hug that's just as sad.] And I won't leave you alone as long as I'm here.
[It can't be the promise she wants to hear, so he offers the only one he can make.]
action;
Then she pulls back, startling him to look up and watch in horrid fascination as she mutilates her own art. He holds out his hand again.] O-oi-- [That she stops is the only reason Sanji refrains from removing the film himself, and shit, he has no idea what set her off or what's going through that little head of hers besides a looming loneliness he doesn't know if he can solve, and--
... Oh sweetie, no.
It only takes her looking at him like that for Sanji's expression to wilt further, heart simultaneously full and broken. The last of his anger falls to the wayside.]
I'm not mad. [Not anymore. He doesn't have it in him to be. His lips form into an unhappy smile, and after a pause, his arms envelop her until a hug that's just as sad.] And I won't leave you alone as long as I'm here.
[It can't be the promise she wants to hear, so he offers the only one he can make.]