[ The planet of Ylisse was one of Sakamoto’s favorite places to travel ever since he visited the first time. It was rich with its own dated culture, and lately, Sakamoto finds himself and the rest of the Kaientai traveling here. Their dragon-like creatures were a hit at all sorts of other planets. What his clients did with the beasts weren’t really much of his concern because business was business as per usual, but there was a particular woman who had an admiration for all kind of creatures that he had developed an interest and respect for. And who could not, really. They were valuable, beautiful creatures. He had already cut several deals with her and they both were profiting from him.
He loved seeing people passionate about what they loved.
It was kind of funny, considering his name actually meant dragon, maybe that had something to do with his growing love for them too. Despite this, though, the purchase he was going to make today wasn’t for him— it never was. Sakamoto has done a lot of things with his business, but he never imagined it would bring him to this experience of dragon smuggling.
They met at the usual bar in the usual location to discuss those kind of things, but.. the discussion, apparently, has gone elsewhere. Sakamoto’s conversations are about as organized as his mind which is filled with all sorts of thoughts and before he knows it he’s saying things like: “Say, yer kinda cute” through alcohol scented breath. The relationship he had built with Cherche was an odd one— they weren’t exactly friends, just business workers.
He should know better, but he doesn’t. It doesn’t stop him.
His glasses have been folded neatly by the night-stand at their inn, his shirt loose on his torso as he holds her tenderly by the waist, tongue skirting across her lips.
Ah, they really shouldn’t, but somehow they ended up here. ]
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He loved seeing people passionate about what they loved.
It was kind of funny, considering his name actually meant dragon, maybe that had something to do with his growing love for them too.
Despite this, though, the purchase he was going to make today wasn’t for him— it never was. Sakamoto has done a lot of things with his business, but he never imagined it would bring him to this experience of dragon smuggling.
They met at the usual bar in the usual location to discuss those kind of things, but.. the discussion, apparently, has gone elsewhere. Sakamoto’s conversations are about as organized as his mind which is filled with all sorts of thoughts and before he knows it he’s saying things like: “Say, yer kinda cute” through alcohol scented breath. The relationship he had built with Cherche was an odd one— they weren’t exactly friends, just business workers.
He should know better, but he doesn’t.
It doesn’t stop him.
His glasses have been folded neatly by the night-stand at their inn, his shirt loose on his torso as he holds her tenderly by the waist, tongue skirting across her lips.
Ah, they really shouldn’t, but somehow they ended up here. ]