[God knows Sanji wasn't put on this earth to be anyone's guidance counselor. Hands finding their way into his pants pockets, he just hums neutrally, relatively unmoved by Yosuke's story. After all --
I left my fuck of a family
But he started this train by inquiring after Yu, and Sanji likes to think he plays fair when it counts. He doesn't leave, doesn't say a cross word. His eyes fall on the phone.]
There's a scoff on his breath before he starts the video, but it's accompanied with the faint traces of a smile. The song's not half-bad, either; acoustic guitar is not his genre, yet he can't ignore the heartfelt sentiment of budding love playing on the screen.
It's easy to see why Yu had been moved to tears.]
S'cute.
[His final assessment as he turns the phone back to its owner, not smiling but expression having lightened in approval] You're lucky.
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I left my fuck of a family
But he started this train by inquiring after Yu, and Sanji likes to think he plays fair when it counts. He doesn't leave, doesn't say a cross word. His eyes fall on the phone.]
What he'd post?
am i wrong tho
Softly: ]
He rearranged a song I wrote.
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There's a scoff on his breath before he starts the video, but it's accompanied with the faint traces of a smile. The song's not half-bad, either; acoustic guitar is not his genre, yet he can't ignore the heartfelt sentiment of budding love playing on the screen.
It's easy to see why Yu had been moved to tears.]
S'cute.
[His final assessment as he turns the phone back to its owner, not smiling but expression having lightened in approval] You're lucky.
[Luckier than me]