[Sakamoto isn't one to resist bodily harm, after all, he's used to being shoved around. He is listening, however, and is comforted by the thought that Zura brings up.
He blinks, albeit blearily, in a piss poor attempt to focus. There's really no denying it- His nose and head are all stuffed up, and it's as though there's a fog in his brain, settling in and growing thicker, and thicker still.]
D'ya think Mutsu's gonna be mad?
[A whisper. He hadn't gone out last night, or been irresponsible lately.
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He blinks, albeit blearily, in a piss poor attempt to focus. There's really no denying it- His nose and head are all stuffed up, and it's as though there's a fog in his brain, settling in and growing thicker, and thicker still.]
D'ya think Mutsu's gonna be mad?
[A whisper. He hadn't gone out last night, or been irresponsible lately.
This is just unfortunate.
Sakamoto isn't thinking clearly at all.]