[Sanji, at the very least, is very used to crying. He cries when he gets hit, he cries when training is too hard, he cries when Reiju bandages him at the end of the day, he cries when their father is disappointed, he cries when his food is thrown to the floor--
His food. His food.
All of a sudden, Sanji's jerking back in Sabo's arms with a little gasp. His cheeks are still wet, his eyes a little red around the edges, the one that hadn't been slowly turning purple swollen to match the other, now.]
I can do anything. [He repeats the words almost reverently, an idea quickly forming in his head. Wiping his eyes and nose with a quick scrub of his shirt sleeve, he wiggles around in Sabo's hold until he can look at the kind man who decided to save him not too long ago.]
Can I... can I cook for you?
[And just like that, the subdued, sad little boy is gone. And in his place is one that's probably going to start vibrating out of Sabo's grasp if he puts off answering any longer.]
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His food. His food.
All of a sudden, Sanji's jerking back in Sabo's arms with a little gasp. His cheeks are still wet, his eyes a little red around the edges, the one that hadn't been slowly turning purple swollen to match the other, now.]
I can do anything. [He repeats the words almost reverently, an idea quickly forming in his head. Wiping his eyes and nose with a quick scrub of his shirt sleeve, he wiggles around in Sabo's hold until he can look at the kind man who decided to save him not too long ago.]
Can I... can I cook for you?
[And just like that, the subdued, sad little boy is gone. And in his place is one that's probably going to start vibrating out of Sabo's grasp if he puts off answering any longer.]