Sanji can't seem to calm his nerves. They need to be rescuing Nami-san—she needs them right now—and here they all are playing shitty dress up. Even though the radiant Robin-chwan was the one that suggested that they follow the appropriate dress code of that bastard, Shiki's, get together, that doesn't mean they really have all this time to waste. He slides his arms into the sleeves and starts fighting with the buttons.
Usopp glances over his shoulder as he pulls his jacket on. Sanji's looking really frustrated; his shoulders look tense enough to snap. He's the one that usually likes dressing up all snazzy and he's having far too much trouble with the buttons of his shirt.
"Sa-Sanji, it's going to be alright," he says from the other side of the room, trying to sound comforting.
Finished with the shitty buttons, Sanji starts angrily stuffing the tails of his shirt into the waistband of his pants. "How the Hell do you know that?—" he says, snapping as he whirled around...but cuts off as his eyes fall on Usopp, watching as the sniper tightens his own tie.
"Because you, and, uh, me, and everybody are here and we're going to save her," he says, his legs shaking slightly with fresh memories of their latest loss handed to them by that freak. His nose is still kind of tender where that rock bashed him in the face. Trying to hold himself together, he looks back over at Sanji. "Wha-What's wrong?" he asks, puzzled by the funny look Sanji's giving him.
Sanji can't remember ever seeing Usopp in a three piece suit before. With his hair combed back, he looks so... so..Goddamn sexy! 'The bastard's been holding out on him,' Sanji swoons. Yes, his beloved Nami-swan is in danger and nothing could be more important than her safe return to the crew, but Sanji can't help but stand there absorbing the sexy way the black and white stripes hug Usopp's slender frame. He looks away, hands covering his face to keep from getting blood on his clothes—shitty nose bleeds—but oh, Uso-swan!
Sanji turns back to the sniper, ready to jump the gullible idiot right then and there, even with some of the crew still in the room, but is taken aback as he see that idiot cover his gloriousness up with this hulking oriental armor chestplate that he's never seen before. 'Where'd he even get that—Wait, that's not the right question!'
"Usopp, what the Hell are you doing!?" he barks.
Usopp flinches. "I-I'm putting on armor. These guys have got guns and stuff. We-we're walking right in the front gate, right? I-I don't want to be turned into Swiss cheese!" 'I'm not super human like you!' he wants to add. He works the last clamp on the side of the bulky armor shut. Sanji feels his heart sink as Usopp puts that ridiculous beetle horned helmet on his head.
Feeling prepared, Usopp faces Sanji wearing a more confident smile then he had moments earlier. "What do you think?" he says holding his arms out to showcase his new protective shell.
Sanji's expression turns sour. He looks away entirely and shrugs his own jacket on. "I'm not talking to you until that shitty armor's off," he says harshly.
"What?" Usopp whines. "Sanji, what'd I do?"
"You know what you did," Sanji half growls as he walks out of the room.
"What? No, wait Sanji! I don't!" Usopp shouts, calling after the cook. The rest of the crew—those who still remained in the room—snickered and Brook does one his usual "Yohohoho" laugh.