[ Fine. You be that way. Zura's cheeks puff up slightly, and, as if resulting to playful violence will somehow let Sakamoto give way and at least tell him some things about himself, he retreats his hand from Sakamoto's presence and proceeds to try and shove him over. His palm firmly rests against Sakamoto's shoulder as he pushes Sakamoto, hoping to at least knock him over on the empty side of the couch.
If he succeeds, he glances down at Sakamoto darkly. Was that a throw pillow he had in his palms? He's taking up the defense, everyone. It's going to smack right against his face if Tatsuma says something dumb. ]
I do not want to bet anything. [ Which means he does. He loves competition. ]
You have the upper hand already. It wouldn't be fair.
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Zura's cheeks puff up slightly, and, as if resulting to playful violence will somehow let Sakamoto give way and at least tell him some things about himself, he retreats his hand from Sakamoto's presence and proceeds to try and shove him over. His palm firmly rests against Sakamoto's shoulder as he pushes Sakamoto, hoping to at least knock him over on the empty side of the couch.
If he succeeds, he glances down at Sakamoto darkly. Was that a throw pillow he had in his palms? He's taking up the defense, everyone. It's going to smack right against his face if Tatsuma says something dumb. ]
I do not want to bet anything.
[ Which means he does. He loves competition. ]
You have the upper hand already. It wouldn't be fair.