[ Katsura pauses, watching Sakamoto for a moment as a very small smile eases on his usually stressed face. Out of seemingly no where, Sakamoto will feel his ankles being grabbed and slowly pulled towards the edge of the bed, stopping right before his butt can slide off of the mattress. This is his way of coaxing Sakamoto to get up and get along with his day.
His ankles are dropped, and Zura goes straight for his wrists, pulling up to his feet if he will allow him to. ]
—You share a similar drive, you realize. [ if he gets Sakamoto on his feet, he'll also reach over and brush a few pieces of hair off of Tatsuma's face, still wearing the same, weak smile. ]
Ah, but apparently that has nothing to do with getting out of bed in a timely manner. You're slacking.
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Out of seemingly no where, Sakamoto will feel his ankles being grabbed and slowly pulled towards the edge of the bed, stopping right before his butt can slide off of the mattress. This is his way of coaxing Sakamoto to get up and get along with his day.
His ankles are dropped, and Zura goes straight for his wrists, pulling up to his feet if he will allow him to. ]
—You share a similar drive, you realize.
[ if he gets Sakamoto on his feet, he'll also reach over and brush a few pieces of hair off of Tatsuma's face, still wearing the same, weak smile. ]
Ah, but apparently that has nothing to do with getting out of bed in a timely manner. You're slacking.