[ Katsura hiccups and buries himself right into Sakamoto's neck, though he is quickly pulled back when he feels his hands being held tenderly by rugged fingers and a compliment ringing in his ears. He just stares at Sakamoto before also looking at his fingers, admiring the color himself.
Oh, he did pick a lovely shade, didn't he? ]
A lot of customers say the same thing. I went with my gut instinct. [ He looks at Sakamoto's fingers in response, lifting a brow. ]
I think you could pull this color off very well. [ let him paint your nails one day.. ]
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Oh, he did pick a lovely shade, didn't he? ]
A lot of customers say the same thing. I went with my gut instinct.
[ He looks at Sakamoto's fingers in response, lifting a brow. ]
I think you could pull this color off very well.
[ let him paint your nails one day.. ]