[ A small wave of irritation passes through him when Gojou lets out a quiet sigh. It’s an act, almost certainly, from what he’s been able to gleam of the man, feigned exasperation at being asked something simple and easy that requires relatively little effort. This time, though, he’s quick to tamp it down, though not without his brow furrowing and his lips pressing into a flat line for a brief moment first as his annoyance shines through.
And then he returns that sigh with his own, slightly exasperated, alongside a shake of his head. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I will. [ His agreement is soft, quiet, almost begrudging but not quite. For a second, the muscles in his arms tense as it’s lifted and moved, providing a brief hint of resistance instinctually, before Sanji relaxes and lets Gojou maneuver his arm however he likes. It’s obvious what he’s doing before he even he reaches for the watch and sharp eyes watch every motion that he makes as he swipes through the interface with practiced ease. Later, once he’s made his way out of the casino and back up to the suite they’ve settled him with, he has every intention of using what he’s learned by watching him and getting more proficient at using the watch.
For now, he’s happy to let the other man take the lead, a growing look of hope on his face with every new screen he moves to. The chances of there being another Nami with orange hair feel like they should be small— he’s only seen a few people with hair anywhere close to that color while here— but, well, there’s always the possibility.
And then he pulls up her profile and Sanji’s eyes widen in a mixture of delight, relief, and triumph because yeah, yeah that’s really, really her. ]
Shit— shit, yeah, it’s really her— [ There’s no stopping the relieved laughter that bubbles up, his eyes glancing over the profile for a brief couple of seconds before swiping it away for the moment. Knowing she’s here is more than enough for now.
And as for Gojou, well, it’s hard to be quite so annoyed with him now. Now that he knows she’s here, there’s no need to worry about using his rank as collateral with someone else. He sighs again and shakes his head. ] Nah, no need to wait. I know she’s here now. You wanted to play this dumb game, yeah? Let’s get to playing. I owe you, remember?
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And then he returns that sigh with his own, slightly exasperated, alongside a shake of his head. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I will. [ His agreement is soft, quiet, almost begrudging but not quite. For a second, the muscles in his arms tense as it’s lifted and moved, providing a brief hint of resistance instinctually, before Sanji relaxes and lets Gojou maneuver his arm however he likes. It’s obvious what he’s doing before he even he reaches for the watch and sharp eyes watch every motion that he makes as he swipes through the interface with practiced ease. Later, once he’s made his way out of the casino and back up to the suite they’ve settled him with, he has every intention of using what he’s learned by watching him and getting more proficient at using the watch.
For now, he’s happy to let the other man take the lead, a growing look of hope on his face with every new screen he moves to. The chances of there being another Nami with orange hair feel like they should be small— he’s only seen a few people with hair anywhere close to that color while here— but, well, there’s always the possibility.
And then he pulls up her profile and Sanji’s eyes widen in a mixture of delight, relief, and triumph because yeah, yeah that’s really, really her. ]
Shit— shit, yeah, it’s really her— [ There’s no stopping the relieved laughter that bubbles up, his eyes glancing over the profile for a brief couple of seconds before swiping it away for the moment. Knowing she’s here is more than enough for now.
And as for Gojou, well, it’s hard to be quite so annoyed with him now. Now that he knows she’s here, there’s no need to worry about using his rank as collateral with someone else. He sighs again and shakes his head. ] Nah, no need to wait. I know she’s here now. You wanted to play this dumb game, yeah? Let’s get to playing. I owe you, remember?