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i don't need a gift, koby. the gift is that you didn't die when your head exploded.

yeah. i don't know why you thought you weren't.
maybe because you don't like girls enough. [ or at all? freak. ]

i like all those things. i always have.
ever since i was a little brat, i always liked the things my mother and my sister liked more than anything my brothers did. if i never fought again for the rest of my life, i wouldn't miss it. but if i never served another person a warm meal, i'd lose my mind. serving others wasn't seen as something a man should do, in my family.

if you're going to be a man, you better be a less shitty one than all the rest. that means just being you. we don't need more of anyone else.

[kobes]

Too late, I made fifty-six Christmas cards to afford it, and it's already wrapped.

Pretty girls got adopted. I didn't. I ran away before I could get a job at the cannery or in some rich guy's house as a maid, which was the best a not-pretty orphan could ask for.
And I like girls just fine. I'm just not one of them.

Oh. [There's a reflexive urge to write this down, to try and trace out a map built from the scraps Sanji's given him, but.] It seems impossible, imagining you not cooking. It'd be a waste. A
Tragedy, maybe.
I'm glad you didn't listen to your family. About that and everything else.

I'll do my best. And maybe try something on, when I'm helping you get ready. If I look stupid you can't laugh at me, though, or I'll cry.