It's not m'aam, it's Zurako. [ Katsura hasn't cursed you out— because he sees that you are suffering too. Don't you see what he is trying to do? Katsura doesn't notice that Sakamoto has the gears turning in his head and has realized something familiar about his identity, so he continues to play it up. If he can provide some kind of comfort to Sakamoto, that's fine. He'll take it.
His voice seems low and soothing when he replies, willing to look at Sakamoto in the face. Katsura himself is pretty fond of Sakamoto's answer— it's enough to bring a very small curve of his lips on his face. ]
I couldn't agree more.
[ With that, his head tips to the side slightly. Katsura extends one of his hands and turns it over, rounded knuckles facing Sakamoto's cheek as he brushes against it slowly.
If he could make Sakamoto at least smile genuinely, even if it meant being like this, he'll do it. Nonchalantly: ]
—Your nose isn't that great either anyway. [ His hand drops. ] [ SASS. THAT SASS. BACK IT UP. ]
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[ Katsura hasn't cursed you out— because he sees that you are suffering too. Don't you see what he is trying to do?
Katsura doesn't notice that Sakamoto has the gears turning in his head and has realized something familiar about his identity, so he continues to play it up. If he can provide some kind of comfort to Sakamoto, that's fine. He'll take it.
His voice seems low and soothing when he replies, willing to look at Sakamoto in the face. Katsura himself is pretty fond of Sakamoto's answer— it's enough to bring a very small curve of his lips on his face. ]
I couldn't agree more.
[ With that, his head tips to the side slightly. Katsura extends one of his hands and turns it over, rounded knuckles facing Sakamoto's cheek as he brushes against it slowly.
If he could make Sakamoto at least smile genuinely, even if it meant being like this, he'll do it.
Nonchalantly: ]
—Your nose isn't that great either anyway.
[ His hand drops. ]
[ SASS. THAT SASS. BACK IT UP. ]