. . . or he would be, if not for the fact that this is about someone's food. This sounds vaguely reminiscent of the recipes he's mastered over the last couple years. If nothing else, the people of Kamabakka make damn good dishes with rejuvenating properties . . . but none of those dries his eyeballs out like this! Are they going to fall out of their sockets or what?
It turns out that they won't. His hunched frame jostles from the amicable force of Josuke's palm, and that seems to be all the incentive the process needs to speed itself along. Sanji's vision comes back into focus after several blinks—and then he draws back, wide-eyed with his jaw slightly agape.]
I thought I was better, but . . . [He lifts his hands, clenching them into fists and then relaxing while he taps the floor with the flat of each shoed foot. Not a single muscle protests the movement.] . . . I haven't felt this good in months!
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. . . or he would be, if not for the fact that this is about someone's food. This sounds vaguely reminiscent of the recipes he's mastered over the last couple years. If nothing else, the people of Kamabakka make damn good dishes with rejuvenating properties . . . but none of those dries his eyeballs out like this! Are they going to fall out of their sockets or what?
It turns out that they won't. His hunched frame jostles from the amicable force of Josuke's palm, and that seems to be all the incentive the process needs to speed itself along. Sanji's vision comes back into focus after several blinks—and then he draws back, wide-eyed with his jaw slightly agape.]
I thought I was better, but . . . [He lifts his hands, clenching them into fists and then relaxing while he taps the floor with the flat of each shoed foot. Not a single muscle protests the movement.] . . . I haven't felt this good in months!