[Sakamoto simply laughs in response, shoulders heaving as he does. When he lets out that irritating sound, it's as though his entire body participates, and perhaps that's why he's just so loud. Even the dishes clank against the table, his knee jerks and it hits the wood from underneath.
Annoying as it is, that smile of his- On a dark day, it really is a ray of light.
He doesn't say anything, and he only shoves more rice into his mouth (messily, some grains stick to the side of it). But he does compensate somewhat by letting that wanton hand touch Zura again, more gently this time. Sakamoto slides his own rough palms over his friend's knuckles in some vague attempt at an apologetic gesture.]
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Annoying as it is, that smile of his- On a dark day, it really is a ray of light.
He doesn't say anything, and he only shoves more rice into his mouth (messily, some grains stick to the side of it). But he does compensate somewhat by letting that wanton hand touch Zura again, more gently this time. Sakamoto slides his own rough palms over his friend's knuckles in some vague attempt at an apologetic gesture.]