[if he had a tail, it would be drooped and caught between his legs in shame, but Sanji does a marvelous impression of a chastised dog anyway. He trudges over, defeated, to the chair.
;; Fine, he didn't want to do your shitty dishes anyway. Except he did. And now he can't. Weh.]
[Action, January 13th]
;; Fine, he didn't want to do your shitty dishes anyway. Except he did. And now he can't. Weh.]