[A small bed is the exact opposite of what Sanji's accustomed to, so much that he stares after he plants his feet on the wooden floor, and feels a question forming on his tongue. All his life, he's only known wealth, splendor, and the promise of good health - not a bed that even the servants of his Father's mansion would refuse to sleep in.
But he's already tired of being a crybaby, of looking ungrateful, so that even when his eyes begin to water, the boy sets his chin and walks to the bed without complaint.]
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But he's already tired of being a crybaby, of looking ungrateful, so that even when his eyes begin to water, the boy sets his chin and walks to the bed without complaint.]