[Damn right it's a sad sight to watch. And Sanji's in a mood that demands he let Yusuke fall on his ass to teach him a lesson.
... Which never works out the way he wants it, and truth be told, it's the kind of logic his shitty old man would spout -- bah. So he'll pack away that thought, mouth thinned into a disapproving line when he finally, finally finds his wayward boyfriend diligently painting away in the waning hours of the evening. He's got a good hour, maybe two, before it's too dark to continue.]
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... Which never works out the way he wants it, and truth be told, it's the kind of logic his shitty old man would spout -- bah. So he'll pack away that thought, mouth thinned into a disapproving line when he finally, finally finds his wayward boyfriend diligently painting away in the waning hours of the evening. He's got a good hour, maybe two, before it's too dark to continue.]
Oi.
[No "hello" today, apparently.]
When's the last time you ate?