He knows it isn't, yet his heart stutters all the same as he turns back to examine an unfamiliar brand of pasta. It's not as if he doesn't know what he's doing. Sanji is overly open with his heart on several levels, but there are a few where he'd rather eat dirt than admit what he feels. Rather than him, all eyes should be turned on people like Josuke, who are the true bright spots.]
Yeah, well . . . we'll see about that.
[That's the best he's got before he looks over at Josuke, nose wrinkling.]
You'd better not be thinking about getting any of those instant cups.
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He knows it isn't, yet his heart stutters all the same as he turns back to examine an unfamiliar brand of pasta. It's not as if he doesn't know what he's doing. Sanji is overly open with his heart on several levels, but there are a few where he'd rather eat dirt than admit what he feels. Rather than him, all eyes should be turned on people like Josuke, who are the true bright spots.]
Yeah, well . . . we'll see about that.
[That's the best he's got before he looks over at Josuke, nose wrinkling.]
You'd better not be thinking about getting any of those instant cups.