[Watching a man in mild discomfort can make a person feel pretty... Well, uncomfortable. Why is he taking so long? Just pour the wine and go.
Sakamoto casually slings an arm over Zura's shoulder after he sits down, a harmless gesture in his mind. For some reason, it seems to only make the staff member leave the room in an even more hurried manner. Reaching over, the merchant begins to rub the shoulder that's farthest from him.]
You want a glass? Sorry it's not sake.
[Smiling, because he knows Zura will find this amusing:]
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Sakamoto casually slings an arm over Zura's shoulder after he sits down, a harmless gesture in his mind. For some reason, it seems to only make the staff member leave the room in an even more hurried manner. Reaching over, the merchant begins to rub the shoulder that's farthest from him.]
You want a glass? Sorry it's not sake.
[Smiling, because he knows Zura will find this amusing:]
The sake they serve here is shit.