[It makes no sense, and Sanji's moment of concern is switched into incomprehension. He could understand if a child did that to Jae-Ha, because kids are jerks, but an adult hitting a kid? He has no template to draw from.
In fact, Sanji glances askance, looking at Jae-Ha with some measure of doubt. Not to call the other boy a liar but... well, maybe the guy who watched him wasn't that old, either. He guesses that could work.
It's during his side-eye that Sanji draws his stare farther down, grazing over the top of the boy's shoes. Just as dirty as the rest of him (Sanji's not gonna bother being surprised anymore), except--]
O-oi! [In a cloud of motion, Sanji jerks out of his crouch and lands on his backside, pointing wildly at the green scales that peek out of the shoe] What's that? Are you sick?
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[It makes no sense, and Sanji's moment of concern is switched into incomprehension. He could understand if a child did that to Jae-Ha, because kids are jerks, but an adult hitting a kid? He has no template to draw from.
In fact, Sanji glances askance, looking at Jae-Ha with some measure of doubt. Not to call the other boy a liar but... well, maybe the guy who watched him wasn't that old, either. He guesses that could work.
It's during his side-eye that Sanji draws his stare farther down, grazing over the top of the boy's shoes. Just as dirty as the rest of him (Sanji's not gonna bother being surprised anymore), except--]
O-oi! [In a cloud of motion, Sanji jerks out of his crouch and lands on his backside, pointing wildly at the green scales that peek out of the shoe] What's that? Are you sick?