[Sanji's coolness did make him a little more nervous at first, but then he reminds himself that even as a kid Sanji was a little more reserved. At least he wasn't looking as scary as when Usopp's phone first mysteriously rung him up! Thinking that allows him to relax a little, and he sits down opposite Sanji, dropping his heavy messenger bag to the ground as he smiles.]
Yeah? Well, look at you, your legs barely fit under the table.
[He unzips his stupidly puffy coat and shrugs it off onto the back of the chair. Underneath it he's wearing a light-weight, unzipped, yellow jacket with a black t-shirt under that, spotted with patches of dust from work he was doing before going out. He forgets to clean up sometimes, mostly because he isn't expecting to meet up with childhood friends from France when he goes to a hardware store.]
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Yeah? Well, look at you, your legs barely fit under the table.
[He unzips his stupidly puffy coat and shrugs it off onto the back of the chair. Underneath it he's wearing a light-weight, unzipped, yellow jacket with a black t-shirt under that, spotted with patches of dust from work he was doing before going out. He forgets to clean up sometimes, mostly because he isn't expecting to meet up with childhood friends from France when he goes to a hardware store.]