[Tired as he might be, Sakamoto still finds the strength to smile. He presses his nose affectionate into Katsura's dark hair, laughing softly into it.]
I do.
D'ya think I care about that?
[Weakness, and strength.
Admittedly, he enjoys when his lovers are putty in his hands, soft to the touch.]
no subject
I do.
D'ya think I care about that?
[Weakness, and strength.
Admittedly, he enjoys when his lovers are putty in his hands, soft to the touch.]
Nah. Yer alrght.
I like spoilin' ya.