[Sakamoto does fall, willingly, with a look on his face that doesn't bother to conceal an ounce of what he's feeling.
It's weird, to be desired sexually. He doesn't say it out loud, though he squeezes Zura's hands in a rare moment of silence, taking the time to burn every little detail into his sometimes unreliable memory.]
An escape, huh? Ahaha!
[Zura's face looks pretty in the dim light, even though it's red.
Sakamoto thinks for a moment, has he ever had Zura's eyes on him like this? He's seen this look before many times, cast in the direction of a certain white-haired samurai who is no more and hurts to remember.]
You got one for me? An escape plan.
[Sakamoto is always running. Not away from somethin', but forward, towards the horizon! Or so he would like to believe.
That is true, perhaps. But it is not the truth in it's entirety.]
Maybe you should. Think about it!
[A flicker of darkness in his eyes, a mixture of hopefulness and melancholy that's honestly bizarre.]
Just in case.
[Sakamoto does not do sadness very well. He doesn't fear it, but he is always happy, he always has to be.
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It's weird, to be desired sexually. He doesn't say it out loud, though he squeezes Zura's hands in a rare moment of silence, taking the time to burn every little detail into his sometimes unreliable memory.]
An escape, huh? Ahaha!
[Zura's face looks pretty in the dim light, even though it's red.
Sakamoto thinks for a moment, has he ever had Zura's eyes on him like this? He's seen this look before many times, cast in the direction of a certain white-haired samurai who is no more and hurts to remember.]
You got one for me? An escape plan.
[Sakamoto is always running. Not away from somethin', but forward, towards the horizon! Or so he would like to believe.
That is true, perhaps. But it is not the truth in it's entirety.]
Maybe you should. Think about it!
[A flicker of darkness in his eyes, a mixture of hopefulness and melancholy that's honestly bizarre.]
Just in case.
[Sakamoto does not do sadness very well. He doesn't fear it, but he is always happy, he always has to be.
And to do that, he must not think about it, them.
The things that make him sad.]