[ Right when he's about to tell Sanji that yes, he does like sweets — and he likes his coffee with milk and sugar, too — the lady jumpscares him by asking him for his ID. The only one on him is his high school one, which very clearly states that he is a first year student. Laughing a little too loudly, he waves his hand like it's no problem. ]
My ID? Sure...
[ Nervous glance towards the cameras. His mom's gonna kill him when he gets home. But he shuffles through his pocket for the card, discreetly using his unserious Jojo powers to scramble the birth date, age, and school year information into more appropriate numbers. He'll change it back when he gets home... ]
Well, here you go. Looks all good, right?
[ Sanji must know the information on there is false, if he's seen the real profiles at the house... and he'll also get a peek at a more professional photo of Josuke in his school uniform. For all his usual laid-back coolness, Josuke actually looks comedically nervous here, even though he knows there's no possible way for a normal person to clock him. ]
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My ID? Sure...
[ Nervous glance towards the cameras. His mom's gonna kill him when he gets home. But he shuffles through his pocket for the card, discreetly using his unserious Jojo powers to scramble the birth date, age, and school year information into more appropriate numbers. He'll change it back when he gets home... ]
Well, here you go. Looks all good, right?
[ Sanji must know the information on there is false, if he's seen the real profiles at the house... and he'll also get a peek at a more professional photo of Josuke in his school uniform. For all his usual laid-back coolness, Josuke actually looks comedically nervous here, even though he knows there's no possible way for a normal person to clock him. ]