[If Sanji was angry before, he's nearly nauseated now with sheer distress. Dammit, this poor kid. He's so upset that it hurts, something akin to a twinge of pain running down his spine as he tries to keep his expressions steady, his mood stable. He can freak out about this later, with a great meal and no small amount of great win. But for now, he's just got to do his best for him, because fuck, no one else is going to.
He didn't think that it was possible to feel so much fury. It's the kind of anger that eats away at someone, it's like acid is swirling through him and breaking him down, just at the reactions of one scared brat. But he has to deal, god what he wouldn't give for some advice. Because flying solo with a traumatized kid is more than he's ready to deal with.]
I think we can break it off.
[Or he'll get a locksmith. Or find some asshole with an over the top power can get it off, if he can't manage through more normal ways. Not that there's anything normal about the sheer awful of a kid being locked up like this.
It's easier to deal when he separates himself from the child, from himself. But it also makes it worse in a way. He can compartmentalize, and internalize every bit of personal pain and trauma he's experienced. But now, he's feeling these emotions raw and new all over, with a protective twist and he'd really rather do without.
There's not enough wine or cigarettes in the entire city to help him get through this.] Hold still, let me look. [He's not sure that he can actually get it off without hurting him, but he can't just leave it on.]
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He didn't think that it was possible to feel so much fury. It's the kind of anger that eats away at someone, it's like acid is swirling through him and breaking him down, just at the reactions of one scared brat. But he has to deal, god what he wouldn't give for some advice. Because flying solo with a traumatized kid is more than he's ready to deal with.]
I think we can break it off.
[Or he'll get a locksmith. Or find some asshole with an over the top power can get it off, if he can't manage through more normal ways. Not that there's anything normal about the sheer awful of a kid being locked up like this.
It's easier to deal when he separates himself from the child, from himself. But it also makes it worse in a way. He can compartmentalize, and internalize every bit of personal pain and trauma he's experienced. But now, he's feeling these emotions raw and new all over, with a protective twist and he'd really rather do without.
There's not enough wine or cigarettes in the entire city to help him get through this.] Hold still, let me look. [He's not sure that he can actually get it off without hurting him, but he can't just leave it on.]