[He's already doing so, but his mind is drawing a blank. Since when has Sakamoto Tatsuma ever followed rules, and so diligently, so carefully? Partly out of respect for his friend, and partly because he's new to this, he swallows hard and isn't sure whether to feel disgusted with himself or not.
Sakamoto has never before wanted someone to like him so badly, he's just always assumed they will. The people who matter, anyway. He had set his sights on the Joui before, then Mutsu- There was never a doubt in his empty head, these people were gems worth more than all the treasures in the universe, and he would do his very best to collect them all. This kind of pressure is nerve-wracking, so very different from a business deal. With that, it's an art! A con, a ploy. If it doesn't work out, it's nothing personal.
This is how Zura feels all the time, isn't it? How awful. No wonder he's so-]
I think about'cha a whole lot.
[It's the truth, even when he doesn't want to. He thinks of all three of them, despite being surrounded by some of the best people in the universe. They count too.]
When I'm up there, y'know!
[He struggles to push both fingers through the opening, wriggling them gently and doing as he was told. Open, close, open, close... All in a scissor-like fashion until he reaches a sensitive bundle of nerves.
In and out, repeatedly. It feels like clockwork, but punctuated by moans instead of ticking.
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Sakamoto has never before wanted someone to like him so badly, he's just always assumed they will. The people who matter, anyway. He had set his sights on the Joui before, then Mutsu- There was never a doubt in his empty head, these people were gems worth more than all the treasures in the universe, and he would do his very best to collect them all. This kind of pressure is nerve-wracking, so very different from a business deal. With that, it's an art! A con, a ploy. If it doesn't work out, it's nothing personal.
This is how Zura feels all the time, isn't it? How awful. No wonder he's so-]
I think about'cha a whole lot.
[It's the truth, even when he doesn't want to. He thinks of all three of them, despite being surrounded by some of the best people in the universe. They count too.]
When I'm up there, y'know!
[He struggles to push both fingers through the opening, wriggling them gently and doing as he was told. Open, close, open, close... All in a scissor-like fashion until he reaches a sensitive bundle of nerves.
In and out, repeatedly. It feels like clockwork, but punctuated by moans instead of ticking.
Strange.]
I miss you.