That's the point. It can be anyone, so long as they choose to spend time with him. That's what matters the most.
But that's not what he says. Sanji's expression sobers as he listens to Josuke, which soldifies some things in his mind. The latter is so open about his desire for fairness, for someone to lean on and to prop up at once—to protect and to be protected. It's a lovely concept that gnaws softly on Sanji's nerves, though he maintains a placid yet attentive look on the outside.
His gaze falls on the unfinished portions between them in answer to the question. Recalling a heartfelt egg on rice from the other day, his eyes scrunch in imagined satisfaction as he smiles to himself, thoroughly tickled by the idea.]
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That's the point. It can be anyone, so long as they choose to spend time with him. That's what matters the most.
But that's not what he says. Sanji's expression sobers as he listens to Josuke, which soldifies some things in his mind. The latter is so open about his desire for fairness, for someone to lean on and to prop up at once—to protect and to be protected. It's a lovely concept that gnaws softly on Sanji's nerves, though he maintains a placid yet attentive look on the outside.
His gaze falls on the unfinished portions between them in answer to the question. Recalling a heartfelt egg on rice from the other day, his eyes scrunch in imagined satisfaction as he smiles to himself, thoroughly tickled by the idea.]
A homemade meal, eh? . . . Sounds damn nice.