[For all the luxuries his title affords, Sanji doesn't get to sleep in often. There's always training, or an early breakfast, or standing at attention when a politician visits so Father can show off his (three favorite) sons.
So there's not much space between Jae-Ha's poke and Sanji's eyes fluttering open. He squints, eyelids still heavy, but a smile breaks through and he sits up a little straighter]
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So there's not much space between Jae-Ha's poke and Sanji's eyes fluttering open. He squints, eyelids still heavy, but a smile breaks through and he sits up a little straighter]
Hey. Did you sleep okay?