O-oi, would you stop fuckin-- [He abruptly cuts off his strangled plea, attention caught by the squirming and how it's resulting in a tangled mess of limbs and awkwardness. Really, of all the ways to end a night. Sanji's certain there's a god of irony out there that exists solely to shit on his parade.
His only salvation is being comparatively less drunk than his friend. While Richard struggles, Sanji unhooks one of their legs, redistributes the weight to his arms so for a brief moment he's hovering over him, and then simply rolls off to the side, flopping ungracefully to his back. Cue a deep sigh (sob?) of relief.]
[action, August 12th]
His only salvation is being comparatively less drunk than his friend. While Richard struggles, Sanji unhooks one of their legs, redistributes the weight to his arms so for a brief moment he's hovering over him, and then simply rolls off to the side, flopping ungracefully to his back. Cue a deep sigh (sob?) of relief.]