[Unfortunately for Josuke, he is too manly to ever feel (openly) spoiled by Sanji.]
She's your mom. That doesn't mean you shouldn't do it for her. [He rubs the back of his hand against his nose when the itching persists.] We'll grab extras, but it's not my money.
[He doesn't have a penny to his name. Does that mean he should be making calls on how Josuke's allowance is spent? Yes, because this concerns Tomoko.
Sniffing, Sanji turns back to the dishes when something bright catches in his periphery.] Hm? [Looking down, he spots the light smear of red on his hand just as blood runs from his nose. What starts off as a trickle quickly gains in intensity, and the chair's legs scrape against the floor as he pushes himself back with a palm held under his face to avoid contaminating the food (more for Josuke's sake than his own, because Sanji would eat it either way).]
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She's your mom. That doesn't mean you shouldn't do it for her. [He rubs the back of his hand against his nose when the itching persists.] We'll grab extras, but it's not my money.
[He doesn't have a penny to his name. Does that mean he should be making calls on how Josuke's allowance is spent? Yes, because this concerns Tomoko.
Sniffing, Sanji turns back to the dishes when something bright catches in his periphery.] Hm? [Looking down, he spots the light smear of red on his hand just as blood runs from his nose. What starts off as a trickle quickly gains in intensity, and the chair's legs scrape against the floor as he pushes himself back with a palm held under his face to avoid contaminating the food (more for Josuke's sake than his own, because Sanji would eat it either way).]