His heart jumps at that expression, even more so with those fingers press over his chest. Goosebumps rise on his skin as they trace the scar. He can't feel it, not really. Only very faintly, but he can feel the fingertips sensitive around the edges, tracing a trail of cool fire from one end of his chest to another and takes a deep breath. This is weird. This is new. Sanji...just doing this shit without all the other shit in the way. He presses his fingers against the other man's lower back, massaging a little.
"Like what you see, cook?" He doesn't know what else to say. Doesn't know what else he can say in a situation like this.
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Date: 2018-09-07 07:15 am (UTC)"Like what you see, cook?" He doesn't know what else to say. Doesn't know what else he can say in a situation like this.