How is it possible for a man to listen so intently to someone's voice and barely process the words? Sakamoto lets himself savor the way his friend's voice sounds, so deep and deeply content. It rings about in his ears and sends a pleasant shiver down his spine, because it sounds happy.
Not the happiest it could be, but happy.]
You're sure, though? That's all.
[Sakamoto takes one of Zura's hands, gently smoothing over it with his fingers, a tender way of checking for any injuries. Soreness, cuts, bruises, what have you...
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[And boy, does he smile.
How is it possible for a man to listen so intently to someone's voice and barely process the words? Sakamoto lets himself savor the way his friend's voice sounds, so deep and deeply content. It rings about in his ears and sends a pleasant shiver down his spine, because it sounds happy.
Not the happiest it could be, but happy.]
You're sure, though? That's all.
[Sakamoto takes one of Zura's hands, gently smoothing over it with his fingers, a tender way of checking for any injuries. Soreness, cuts, bruises, what have you...
Oh.]
H'ohhhh. This color is so pretty.
[He means Zura's nails.]