There you go again! Talking about permissions! It's not about that, you idiot!

[ sanji rises back up on his feet before he can stop himself, feeling that pang of frustration building in his chest, tight and swelling. it has to be for the same reason it always is, that anything zoro speaks about anything, it's only natural to feel annoyed, to want to kick that dumb face until it's unrecognizable.

except it's not, and he knows it's not.

his teeth are clenching tight, cigarette practically broken in half at this point. his visual eye certainly appears angry, that curly brow furrowed intensely, but there's a noticeable hurt in it too. ]

You can't give me that shit about permission and blessing when we're talking about you and then suddenly talk about what makes me happy.

[ of course sanji's permission isn't needed. he's not luffy. he's not zoro's captain. but it's not about that, it's never been about that.

and before he can bite his tongue to keep the next words from slipping out of his mouth — ]

You really think that I don't care about just making sure you're happy too!? Does that make no difference!?