[Sakamoto isn't sure why he feels surprised. Perhaps it's because usually, whenever he receives a bout of sweetness from the noble samurai, it's gone in an instant, concealed by some persnickety remark.
He lifts the towel, checking to see if anything is left on Zura's body, then using his own fingers to quietly inspect the other's stomach for any sticky residue. When he's finished, he finally takes his place in bed next to the other and kisses Katsura on the side of his face that's exposed.]
Ah, thinkin' about what could have been...
What's the point? You're happy right now! That's what's important.
[Sakamoto haphazardly tosses the towel over the side of the bed into an empty bin, and takes this time to unbutton his pants and slide out of them.
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He lifts the towel, checking to see if anything is left on Zura's body, then using his own fingers to quietly inspect the other's stomach for any sticky residue. When he's finished, he finally takes his place in bed next to the other and kisses Katsura on the side of his face that's exposed.]
Ah, thinkin' about what could have been...
What's the point? You're happy right now! That's what's important.
[Sakamoto haphazardly tosses the towel over the side of the bed into an empty bin, and takes this time to unbutton his pants and slide out of them.
He doesn't really care if the sheets are dirty.]