Sakamoto lies in bed, sunglasses thrown down hastily on the bedside table, clad only in a white robe with a golden insignia, sans underwear. It's almost a shame, the way his clumsy body has made a mess of the sheets already, the feel as though they're made of expensive fabric and they smell like a beautiful girl.
The alcohol should have left him by now.
What a curse it is, feeling lonely even when you're surrounded by love. Mutsu is in the next room, the entire floor has been rented out, and the crew is here prattling away amidst themselves. But Sakamoto still yearns for something else, something intimate.
Something like understanding.]
Ahhhh, what's wrong with me?
[He turns over, resting his chin on his arms and his arms on the pillow.]
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Sakamoto lies in bed, sunglasses thrown down hastily on the bedside table, clad only in a white robe with a golden insignia, sans underwear. It's almost a shame, the way his clumsy body has made a mess of the sheets already, the feel as though they're made of expensive fabric and they smell like a beautiful girl.
The alcohol should have left him by now.
What a curse it is, feeling lonely even when you're surrounded by love. Mutsu is in the next room, the entire floor has been rented out, and the crew is here prattling away amidst themselves. But Sakamoto still yearns for something else, something intimate.
Something like understanding.]
Ahhhh, what's wrong with me?
[He turns over, resting his chin on his arms and his arms on the pillow.]
Am I still drunk?