i donβt work too much, i just have a lot of work to do. thereβs a difference between the two... somewhere.
( sanji has to shy away, biting back a giggle at his nose brushing against her ticklish stop. elbowing him out of the way, she opens the cabinet and begins to stack the plates away. )
π² πππππ ΰΉ Λ.
[Lumbering over to where she was, one hand found her little waist as he dipped his head to nuzzle against her ear.]
Ya work too much. Sometimes ya gotta rest. Lemme help.