<sub>[ His kiss his fleeting, attentive eyes focusing on Sakamoto's, trying to decipher what could possibly be hidden behind those sapphire eyes— so bright— hiding all sorts of creative thoughts like a veil.

Scheming thoughts, too.

He can only tilt his head to the side and press his cheek further into Tatsuma's warm palm, shutting his eyes pleasantly while doing so. His lips curved upward in a smile, feeling slightly giddy still which made it easy for him to ease the typical stern expression off of his face and actually relax for a change. He sways, very lightly, as if some melody was stuck in his head until Sakamoto stops speaking and ends with that with some laughter that stirs him slightly.

Katsura knew he was important to a handful of people, but he didn't verbally hear it enough.
He snorts a puff of air from his nostrils as he lifts his head. ]</sub>

I'm always preparing something. A way out, a means of escape—
_{[ His hands delicately sweep down his shoulders, trailing along Sakamoto's arms; both at the same time. ]}

A meal for a loved one, a place of refuge for those in need—
_{[ how sweet. ]}
An... explosive for a particular plan. Hahaaa--

_{[ ... oh. ]}