[ With no one of interest within the apartment building, Sanji has made it his goal to head out in search of his crew, particularly the only two worth meeting up with. The shitty men can fend for themselves, his dear Robin-chan and Nami-san can't be left alone!
When he comes across some stranger with a head of bizarre hair, offering some mumbo-jumbo palm-reading nonsense, he doesn't take the bait. He looks at the offered hand almost in distaste as he plucks his cigarette from between his lips and lets out a puff of smoke. ]
Esteemed mentalist or not, I'm only interested in holding the hands of beautiful ladies, and you ain't it.
[ Granted having his palm read could be beneficial in some ways. It's not like he wouldn't want to believe the guy. But you don't just go up to random strangers and offer this kind of thing so willingly, right? Sanji's eye narrows. ]
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When he comes across some stranger with a head of bizarre hair, offering some mumbo-jumbo palm-reading nonsense, he doesn't take the bait. He looks at the offered hand almost in distaste as he plucks his cigarette from between his lips and lets out a puff of smoke. ]
Esteemed mentalist or not, I'm only interested in holding the hands of beautiful ladies, and you ain't it.
[ Granted having his palm read could be beneficial in some ways. It's not like he wouldn't want to believe the guy. But you don't just go up to random strangers and offer this kind of thing so willingly, right? Sanji's eye narrows. ]
'sides, sounds like a scam.