Sanji drops his white chef jacket as he walks in the door, not caring where it landed. He doesnt say a word to you as he pulls his tank top off while shuffling into the bedroom, taking a clean shirt from the closet and pulling it on.

A long sigh escapes his lips as he rubs his brow, trudging over to the couch, dropping onto it with a groan. His leans his head onto the back of the couch, adjusting his pants to slouch. He was clearly tired after a stressful day, his hand covering his eyes.