[He pauses mid chew at the question with a frown, then waits for Josuke to finish his piece before resuming. The answer is no, because why would he? Dorothea didn't—still doesn't—owe him anything. Nobody does.
His gaze is fixed on the table and subsequently the plastic between them. He sees how Josuke plays with the carton, but in avoiding eye contact he misses the nuances in the latter's expression while he gives a light grimace in return.
Sanji swallows. He doesn't like it, this idea that someone should do something for him.]
It's the same to me. I don't need anything else. . . . But it's a problem for the show.
[And he'd hate to ruin it for everyone else, just because he's clueless.]
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His gaze is fixed on the table and subsequently the plastic between them. He sees how Josuke plays with the carton, but in avoiding eye contact he misses the nuances in the latter's expression while he gives a light grimace in return.
Sanji swallows. He doesn't like it, this idea that someone should do something for him.]
It's the same to me. I don't need anything else. . . . But it's a problem for the show.
[And he'd hate to ruin it for everyone else, just because he's clueless.]