[sanji........ baren just surveys over the mess before he laughs again, leaning against the flour even if he's careful to pick the... least floury spot.]
Yeah, okay.
You know it doesn't have to, right? I never expected a cake in the first place. Let's just drink and watch shitty TV.
[Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's the fact it's gonna be Baren's birthday. But Sanji's expression seizes briefly, not in pain but a vulnerable sort of discomfort that's quickly covered by a scowl. Two seconds later and he shoves his hands into his pockets with an overdone sigh.]
Whatever. It's your birthday.
[Apparently, Baren gets to make the rules tonight.]
[Baren laughs at that easily, waving a hand. He goes to turn off the oven before a disaster strikes and also generally cleans up what can be salvaged in a quick minute - and then he shrugs.]
You don't have to. The show was good enough.
[He had a laugh? So he's happy. The fact that Sanji even wanted to make him a cake for his birthday makes him puff up like a dumb tsun, full of fluster and confusion.
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STOP NOW YOU HAVE THE WORST ICON
Stop being an easy target! C'mon, where's the cake!
/WINS THE WAR
[Gesturing to the mess on the counter in earnest as he wipes his face of flour.]
It's just --- gimme a sec, I'm sure it'll come to me.
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Yeah, okay.
You know it doesn't have to, right? I never expected a cake in the first place. Let's just drink and watch shitty TV.
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[Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's the fact it's gonna be Baren's birthday. But Sanji's expression seizes briefly, not in pain but a vulnerable sort of discomfort that's quickly covered by a scowl. Two seconds later and he shoves his hands into his pockets with an overdone sigh.]
Whatever. It's your birthday.
[Apparently, Baren gets to make the rules tonight.]
I'll make it for ya later.
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You don't have to. The show was good enough.
[He had a laugh? So he's happy. The fact that Sanji even wanted to make him a cake for his birthday makes him puff up like a dumb tsun, full of fluster and confusion.
So he'd rather not revisit it.]
Don't sweat it, Sanj. I'm good.