Thor has managed to snag one of Sanji’s cigarettes. It’s grasped in his paw so the rodent noses at it curiously then gives it a sniff. His head tilts slightly at the strange not-smokey smell he was used to. Humming thoughtfully he places one end of the stick in his mouth, biting down slightly. Something flaking hits his tongue and a strong nasty flavor lights up his tastebuds causing the Chu to gag and spit. “Eugh! Pleh! Sanji, those smoke sticks taste so bad!”
— @thunderstonereject
He was too late to stop Thor from chomping down on the cigarette, but he could rush over and yank the nibbled stick away just as his rodent friend began to react. “That’s ‘cause they’re not for eating, dumbass!”
He tossed the stick aside, seemingly unconcerned that one whole cigarette had been wasted. His concern lay in Thor and the horror that he may have eaten more than one. The opened pack was nowhere in sight, so he could only assumed the worst.
Panicking, he took Thor’s cheeks in one hand and tried to pry his mouth open. Any bits of dry, shredded tobacco he could find were pulled out and flicked aside. “How many did you eat? Why would you go and just stick it in your mouth like that? Please tell me that was the only one. If you actually ate them, we need to get you to Chopper. Now.”
