_{[ The coat has been taken off and nearly hung on a rack that is nearby and he begins to work on the shirt part next. He's not too hesitant! Well, not really. A part of him feels a bit shy, which is, again, very odd. Not for Katsura with a stranger, but Katsura with a friend he cares about and has already bathed with. Katsura pauses when he feels a bit of his hair being disturbed and just looks at Sakamoto blankly, that familiar pink rising to his cheeks again. His brows pin together once more before he suddenly puts his hand on Sakamoto's shoulder, reassuringly: ]}

You need help properly cleaning yourself. This will be fine.

_{[ A LITTLE NOD OF DETERMINATION. He's apparently very serious about this now! He retreats his hand and off the shirt goes! Nearly, in his arm, he folds it before placing it on the sink counter. ]}

You probably do not even clean between your toes, or behind your ears, or right under your ****s.
_{[ Not.. implying he is going to actually do that for you, but interpret that as you will. His pants are going? Look, maybe he's being less shy about this than you are, because now he is just left in his fundoshi. ]}

As a sword needs to regularly be polished, so does the sword of the body.
_{[ please don't comment on this....? or what it might mean. I don't think Zura even knows. ]}