[ the water remains water; it's offered with all the world-weariness of someone who's done this many, many, many, many, many times. ]
Right, sure, uh-huh. [ the holy trinity of 'sure, Jan'. he's seen less stubborn pirates when he was still a shitty kid in Baratie. ] Just take it. Or are you going to sit there and insult me?
[he's still kind of drunk. not as bad as water good, cook bad. but it's clear in the way his answers are more delayed, in the fact that he still just lies there.]
[ here's to you, Patty and Carne, who taught Sanji this valuable lesson. Sanji wrinkles his nose, but remains patient; his posture is loose, hands tucked into his pocket with his tray under one arm. ] At least try to sit up. Tomorrow's laundry day, but I don't want to be scrubbing your shirts.
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LAW.
[ a low huff. ]
What makes you think I needed you to ask?
[ Law is the Captain of his submarine, yes, but this is the Sunny— their lion-headed ship, their rules. ]
I'm saving both of us time. [ because, voila— here it is, a glass of water. perfectly balanced on a tray. ] Sit up, shut up, and hydrate.
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I don't need you to save us time or anything-- I could have gotten it myself.
[he also doesn't move]
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Right, sure, uh-huh. [ the holy trinity of 'sure, Jan'. he's seen less stubborn pirates when he was still a shitty kid in Baratie. ] Just take it. Or are you going to sit there and insult me?
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[he counters, and swipes for the water just to hold it-- just to get Sanji to stop looking at him like that]
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[ another snort. Sanji, ever-contradictory, with the posture of an adult and the obstinacy of a child. ] Can't have you throwing up on our deck again.
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instead, he takes a sip, babes]
Shut the hell up.
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still, the water he offered is cold. lemon-infused. he looks satisfied, once Law starts drinking. ]
If this is what you're like drunk, I'd hate to see you with a hangover.
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[he's still kind of drunk. not as bad as water good, cook bad. but it's clear in the way his answers are more delayed, in the fact that he still just lies there.]
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[ here's to you, Patty and Carne, who taught Sanji this valuable lesson. Sanji wrinkles his nose, but remains patient; his posture is loose, hands tucked into his pocket with his tray under one arm. ] At least try to sit up. Tomorrow's laundry day, but I don't want to be scrubbing your shirts.
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Oh, is it your turn? Hm.
[he knows where to aim his vom should the need arise]
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Don't "hm" me.
[ a light kick, to Law's shin, and Sanji is straightening. ]
Drink that slowly, and turn over onto your side when you're done. Den-den me again if you need seconds.
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[but he at least lifts his hand to wave Sanji off, and he's already taking another few sips so that's better]