You're a mess. [ Katsura doesn't think much of this— even he did, he probably would have caught onto Sakamoto being crude again, but instead, he takes this moment very seriously. Katsura slides off of him and lands on his feet on the flooring, gesturing for Sakamoto to join him. ]
Stand up. [ He even reaches over and grabs Sakamoto's wrists, helping him get to his feet. Then, without much hestitation, he seems very persistent on getting Sakamoto's clothing off of him, starting with the top, peeling open it open and shoving the sleeves off of his shoulders. ]
Honestly. What do you do to get yourself dirty? [ don't answer that, please. ]
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[ Katsura doesn't think much of this— even he did, he probably would have caught onto Sakamoto being crude again, but instead, he takes this moment very seriously. Katsura slides off of him and lands on his feet on the flooring, gesturing for Sakamoto to join him. ]
Stand up.
[ He even reaches over and grabs Sakamoto's wrists, helping him get to his feet. Then, without much hestitation, he seems very persistent on getting Sakamoto's clothing off of him, starting with the top, peeling open it open and shoving the sleeves off of his shoulders. ]
Honestly. What do you do to get yourself dirty?
[ don't answer that, please. ]