[It's a selfish thought, but Sanji's first reaction is to be grateful for a distraction. He hears the voices and glances over, breath held deep and eyes thankfully still dry.
The little girl is his daughter, obviously. Even if Kotetsu had never shown him that picture at the orchard, his beaming, fatherly pride is enough indication. He chews briefly on the inside of his cheek before cracking a smile. Heh, as adorable as the guy insisted.
Then his smile turns wooden and uncertain at the sight of the lovely woman who's gotta be his...]
... Oi. [After the series of memories he's went through, Sanji's in no position to hold any of his emotions in check; his voice is not subtle in its concern] ... You wanna leave?
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The little girl is his daughter, obviously. Even if Kotetsu had never shown him that picture at the orchard, his beaming, fatherly pride is enough indication. He chews briefly on the inside of his cheek before cracking a smile. Heh, as adorable as the guy insisted.
Then his smile turns wooden and uncertain at the sight of the lovely woman who's gotta be his...]
... Oi. [After the series of memories he's went through, Sanji's in no position to hold any of his emotions in check; his voice is not subtle in its concern] ... You wanna leave?