[Sakamoto's lips are centimeter's from Zura's forehead, parted into something like a twisted smile. Just hearing the word fills him with a breathless kind of joy, because of what it means to him.
The scent that wafts into Sakamoto's nostrils is a variation on a theme, artificial and delicate in nature, something floral and very beautiful. It's not nearly as cheap as the one he's used to, an odor meant to conceal the stench of misfortune and dissatisfaction, one that often lingers on his clothes even the morning after.
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[Sakamoto's lips are centimeter's from Zura's forehead, parted into something like a twisted smile. Just hearing the word fills him with a breathless kind of joy, because of what it means to him.
The scent that wafts into Sakamoto's nostrils is a variation on a theme, artificial and delicate in nature, something floral and very beautiful. It's not nearly as cheap as the one he's used to, an odor meant to conceal the stench of misfortune and dissatisfaction, one that often lingers on his clothes even the morning after.
Zura is not some sad, pretty girl.]
I'm too close, huh.
[Last night was probably a one-time thing.
So why does he want more of it?]
Is this okay?