[Sakamoto laughs, edging closer and brushing a lock of long, dark hair back as if to prove his point. Sakamoto's hair is curly and thick, but boy, does Zura have a lot of it.
On his head, that is.
The absent-minded salesman is keeping his movements and mannerisms subtle, thankful for Zura's trite comments. It gives him an excuse to touch his friend, a person he'd do most anything for, a person who is now lonelier than ever. While he's a sound sleeper, he pays mind to the fact that even though Zura seems a little better than a few days ago, he still clings tightly in bed at night. There is that peculiar, warm feeling in his stomach again. It's pleasant and painful at the same time, painful because he knows in his heart that he doesn't have whatever it takes to keep the other man safe and happy forever.
That there is a part of him that's damaged and broken- Is he really suited for it? Being around someone he can't protect properly. Maybe that's why Sakamoto makes a habit of befriending such strong people, even though he wants to care for them so badly, he needs to be sure.
To be sure that, if anything happened, anything at all-]
You're hesitatin'!
You sure about this? I mean! I don't mind at all. You're my friend, so it's okay, okay! But, ahaha... I don't wanna force ya to do anything crazy.
[He finally pulls his hand back, running it along the back of his own neck, as if to rub out a kink in it.]
[ The coat has been taken off and nearly hung on a rack that is nearby and he begins to work on the shirt part next. He's not too hesitant! Well, not really. A part of him feels a bit shy, which is, again, very odd. Not for Katsura with a stranger, but Katsura with a friend he cares about and has already bathed with. Katsura pauses when he feels a bit of his hair being disturbed and just looks at Sakamoto blankly, that familiar pink rising to his cheeks again. His brows pin together once more before he suddenly puts his hand on Sakamoto's shoulder, reassuringly: ]
You need help properly cleaning yourself. This will be fine.
[ A LITTLE NOD OF DETERMINATION. He's apparently very serious about this now! He retreats his hand and off the shirt goes! Nearly, in his arm, he folds it before placing it on the sink counter. ]
You probably do not even clean between your toes, or behind your ears, or right under your ****s. [ Not.. implying he is going to actually do that for you, but interpret that as you will. His pants are going? Look, maybe he's being less shy about this than you are, because now he is just left in his fundoshi. ]
As a sword needs to regularly be polished, so does the sword of the body. [ please don't comment on this....? or what it might mean. I don't think Zura even knows. ]
Ah, what's that? You want me to polish your sword?
[Sakamoto has one nasty, hairy foot in the bath. Did he hear correctly? Was that an invitation to jerk Zura off???
Either way, it's all over now. It seems that the shock from this (misheard) revelation has startled him enough so that the towel unravels and falls at his feet... What a disaster.]
[ Katsura, on the other hand, is taking this conversation very seriously.. as he just is untying his fundoshi from his body all willy-nilly. Hah. Willy-nilly. Anyway.
He's a bit vain for a moment as he leans over to glance at himself in the mirror, fingers threading through his hair before he tucks a lock behind his ear. ]
Polishing is very sacred to me, Sakamoto. Sometimes I think I might be giving my sword too much of it because of how often I decide to do it, but that is because I use my sword for everything. In a time like this, you have to find other uses for your sword— such as cutting vegetables. I use mine when there is not a knife present. If there is something in your teeth and not a toothpick present, I use my sword.
[ He steps into the bath tub on the other side, though he is deciding to put his back to Sakamoto right now as he instantly goes for the soap. ]
Even when it may not need it, I still polish it. It's because I admire it so much. It is a part of me, and I feel that I am a part of it. [ should somebody tell Sakamoto he is talking about his actual katana or— He glances over his shoulder at Tatsuma. ]
I haven't seen you touch a sword in a very long time, so if you would like, I wouldn't say no.
[This is preposterous. Sakamoto almost can't believe what he is hearing- A man's dick can get that hard? To the point where it can slice through vegetables? He looks on, both in envy and in awe-]
[Sakamoto steels himself, inhaling sharply, perhaps too sharply. In fact, he may have just passed a bit of gas. If Zura looks closely, he'll notice that his furry-headed friend is sweating profusely. Blue eyes lower, making contact with it, as if to assess the situation fully before making a move.
Then, all at once, Sakamoto reaches out and grabs for it, although not to aggressive with his stance or gestures. He cups!!! Cups firmly!!! Before rubbing the dangling dongle, like one would a lamp (if incredibly nervous).]
[ Katsura, on the other hand, has no idea why his friend is being so quiet? It's fine, it's whatever. Maybe they both can just bathe in peace— that would be fine! That would be nice. What he doesn't expect is the next occurrence when Sakamoto is scooting around closer to him from behind.. ? He feels himself tense up, not because he doesn't trust Sakamoto, but he just doesn't really know what is hap-- ]
[With a hint of anger, though he's mostly ashamed:]
Oi! The one who needs to be more clear is you! You were the one who mentioned the sword of the body and how it needs to be taken care of! I was just helpin' ou-
[ Katsura shifts around in seat in the bath tub so he is facing Tatsuma now, his face glowing a red color before he takes the bar of soap and crams it in Sakamoto's mouth. ]
The first thing you need to clean is your mouth.
[ He leaves the bar of soap there and pulls back, arms crossing over his chest as his lips curl into a small pout. Look what you did— you're embarrassing him. ]
[Geez... Sakamoto is sent reeling backwards, far enough to hit his head on the edge of the tub. He sputters and then spits, miserably, over the side so that the bar of soap tumbles onto the floor. Gross.
It takes him a few seconds to regain hold of the situation, but when he finally sits up, he notices the color in Zura's cheeks and how the other has averted his eyes. This expression is cute, super cute, and Sakamoto finds himself staring for longer than is appropriate. Mostly because he's surprised.]
Eh? Really?
[There's a beat, a silence between them both, before Sakamoto laughs and pulls his knees to himself.]
H'oh. I thought you said you took care of it! If that's the case, why is it so quick to jump? Haha.
Don't be so embarrassed. Like hell I'm judgin' you!
[ Katsura wants to pick up the soap and shove it up his mouth again like the little fussy thing he is, but Sakamoto is saying some reassuring things that are nice so he isn't quick to be violent again.
Instead, his nose wrinkles and he cranes his head to focus on Sakamoto again, eyes narrowed. It's a very.. warning expression.. like a mother signaling a child not to do something. ]
Not everyone is so loose with things like you are. [ some people are prudes.. like him. His cheeks flare up again before he mutters. ]
[ That's.. an unexpected response from Sakamoto and it causes whatever fury is still lingering inside of him to calm down. Sakamoto can probably see Katsura's face ease back into its stoic state, calm, and not like something that was about to unleash hell any second.
He's happy to see you too, but it's too early for him to say that right after he threw a fit, so he says nothing. He's quiet, and reaches for the shampoo, squeezing some into his hands and slowly starts to lift his arms so he can begin to scrub it into his hair. ]
[Sakamoto simply rests a chin on those knees of his, smiling and continuing to watch Zura. It's clear from his expression that this makes him very, very happy, despite it being something so simple.
Even though he probably shouldn't, he reaches over with one hand, smoothing over a few suds as he tucks a lock of soapy hair behind one of Zura's ears.]
[ Zura isn't even really looking at Sakamoto when he feels his hair being touched and he pauses, casting him a glance. Something about the way Sakamoto was looking at him caused a warmth to fill in his chest— maybe it's cause he isn't certain if anybody has ever really looked at him that way before? It was a little different then any kind of look he has gotten before.
It was similar to the way all four ( technically five ) of them would look at each other so long ago after coming back from the enemy line, still alive. That is what it reminds Katsura of.
[Sakamoto edges closer, the water erupting into tiny little waves as he does. Zura will feel curly, wet hair touch his face as an old comrade gets near enough to blow some of the bubbles from the shampoo onto Zura's cheek.]
[ What is this. Over the past few days, Sakamoto has been so kind and so comforting— now that he is caught in such an intimate situation that would usually be thought of nothing but sharing an important time between friends, he's thinking about all sorts of other things.
Katsura freezes up, wet lashes grimaces a bit as he is blown in the face, though his eyes make contact with Sakamoto's. He is so damn close. ]
Ah. [ .. ]
Did you want to.. be this close to me, Sakamoto..?
[ Is it weird? No, Katsura answers to himself, but it's different. Not like it's exactly a bad thing, but— he doesn't do anything to push or deny Sakamoto away. ( Look, he's being gentle and sweet this time and not just grabbing at his dick cause he misunderstood what was happening. )
It's positive attention, and anybody who knows Katsura knows he likes things like this. It's just.. different since it's coming from Sakamoto. ]
It's close. [ He doesn't say this is good or bad— but for he record, it's a good thing. He feels his throat tighten up— it's difficult for him to swallow. He doesn't show any kidn of affectionate gesture, but what he does do is at least cup the back of Sakamoto's head lightly, possibly to let him know it's okay to be near. ]
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[Sakamoto laughs, edging closer and brushing a lock of long, dark hair back as if to prove his point. Sakamoto's hair is curly and thick, but boy, does Zura have a lot of it.
On his head, that is.
The absent-minded salesman is keeping his movements and mannerisms subtle, thankful for Zura's trite comments. It gives him an excuse to touch his friend, a person he'd do most anything for, a person who is now lonelier than ever. While he's a sound sleeper, he pays mind to the fact that even though Zura seems a little better than a few days ago, he still clings tightly in bed at night. There is that peculiar, warm feeling in his stomach again. It's pleasant and painful at the same time, painful because he knows in his heart that he doesn't have whatever it takes to keep the other man safe and happy forever.
That there is a part of him that's damaged and broken- Is he really suited for it? Being around someone he can't protect properly. Maybe that's why Sakamoto makes a habit of befriending such strong people, even though he wants to care for them so badly, he needs to be sure.
To be sure that, if anything happened, anything at all-]
You're hesitatin'!
You sure about this? I mean! I don't mind at all. You're my friend, so it's okay, okay! But, ahaha... I don't wanna force ya to do anything crazy.
[He finally pulls his hand back, running it along the back of his own neck, as if to rub out a kink in it.]
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You need help properly cleaning yourself. This will be fine.
[ A LITTLE NOD OF DETERMINATION. He's apparently very serious about this now! He retreats his hand and off the shirt goes! Nearly, in his arm, he folds it before placing it on the sink counter. ]
You probably do not even clean between your toes, or behind your ears, or right under your ****s.
[ Not.. implying he is going to actually do that for you, but interpret that as you will. His pants are going? Look, maybe he's being less shy about this than you are, because now he is just left in his fundoshi. ]
As a sword needs to regularly be polished, so does the sword of the body.
[ please don't comment on this....? or what it might mean. I don't think Zura even knows. ]
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[Sakamoto has one nasty, hairy foot in the bath. Did he hear correctly? Was that an invitation to jerk Zura off???
Either way, it's all over now. It seems that the shock from this (misheard) revelation has startled him enough so that the towel unravels and falls at his feet... What a disaster.]
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Hah. Willy-nilly. Anyway.
He's a bit vain for a moment as he leans over to glance at himself in the mirror, fingers threading through his hair before he tucks a lock behind his ear. ]
Polishing is very sacred to me, Sakamoto. Sometimes I think I might be giving my sword too much of it because of how often I decide to do it, but that is because I use my sword for everything. In a time like this, you have to find other uses for your sword— such as cutting vegetables. I use mine when there is not a knife present. If there is something in your teeth and not a toothpick present, I use my sword.
[ He steps into the bath tub on the other side, though he is deciding to put his back to Sakamoto right now as he instantly goes for the soap. ]
Even when it may not need it, I still polish it. It's because I admire it so much. It is a part of me, and I feel that I am a part of it.
[ should somebody tell Sakamoto he is talking about his actual katana or—
He glances over his shoulder at Tatsuma. ]
I haven't seen you touch a sword in a very long time, so if you would like, I wouldn't say no.
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[Sakamoto steels himself, inhaling sharply, perhaps too sharply. In fact, he may have just passed a bit of gas. If Zura looks closely, he'll notice that his furry-headed friend is sweating profusely. Blue eyes lower, making contact with it, as if to assess the situation fully before making a move.
Then, all at once, Sakamoto reaches out and grabs for it, although not to aggressive with his stance or gestures. He cups!!! Cups firmly!!! Before rubbing the dangling dongle, like one would a lamp (if incredibly nervous).]
1/??????? stopamoto 2015
2/????
S...SAKAMOTO!!
[ —is all he can really say before he rears his elbow back and slams it right into his body behind him. ]
3/3
[ ah.. yes.. a rare moment when Katsura is actually questioning the situation. ]
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You asked me to p-p-polish your sword!
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CLEAN OUT YOUR EARS, I SAID NOTHING ABOUT DOING *******s!!
S..Sakamoto!
[ HE REALLY HAS.. NO OTHER WORDS..??
calm down there, little Zura, don't get too excited over something stupid like this! ]
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Oi! The one who needs to be more clear is you! You were the one who mentioned the sword of the body and how it needs to be taken care of! I was just helpin' ou-
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Are you hard right now?
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The first thing you need to clean is your mouth.
[ He leaves the bar of soap there and pulls back, arms crossing over his chest as his lips curl into a small pout. Look what you did— you're embarrassing him. ]
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It takes him a few seconds to regain hold of the situation, but when he finally sits up, he notices the color in Zura's cheeks and how the other has averted his eyes. This expression is cute, super cute, and Sakamoto finds himself staring for longer than is appropriate. Mostly because he's surprised.]
Eh? Really?
[There's a beat, a silence between them both, before Sakamoto laughs and pulls his knees to himself.]
H'oh. I thought you said you took care of it! If that's the case, why is it so quick to jump? Haha.
Don't be so embarrassed. Like hell I'm judgin' you!
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Instead, his nose wrinkles and he cranes his head to focus on Sakamoto again, eyes narrowed. It's a very.. warning expression.. like a mother signaling a child not to do something. ]
Not everyone is so loose with things like you are.
[ some people are prudes.. like him. His cheeks flare up again before he mutters. ]
Don't look at me.
[ ??? ]
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[Maybe he could stand to be a little more prudish. After all, getting space gonorrhea wasn't the best of experiences.]
I just can't help it!
[He bows his head, though he still maintains eye contact.]
I'm so happy to see ya.
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He's happy to see you too, but it's too early for him to say that right after he threw a fit, so he says nothing.
He's quiet, and reaches for the shampoo, squeezing some into his hands and slowly starts to lift his arms so he can begin to scrub it into his hair. ]
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Even though he probably shouldn't, he reaches over with one hand, smoothing over a few suds as he tucks a lock of soapy hair behind one of Zura's ears.]
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It was similar to the way all four ( technically five ) of them would look at each other so long ago after coming back from the enemy line, still alive. That is what it reminds Katsura of.
Hesitantly, Katsura asks: ]
Aaaah? Do I have soap on my face?
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[Sakamoto edges closer, the water erupting into tiny little waves as he does. Zura will feel curly, wet hair touch his face as an old comrade gets near enough to blow some of the bubbles from the shampoo onto Zura's cheek.]
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Katsura freezes up, wet lashes grimaces a bit as he is blown in the face, though his eyes make contact with Sakamoto's.
He is so damn close. ]
Ah.
[ .. ]
Did you want to.. be this close to me, Sakamoto..?
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He feels none of these things.]
Why?
Is it weird?
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It's positive attention, and anybody who knows Katsura knows he likes things like this. It's just.. different since it's coming from Sakamoto. ]
It's close.
[ He doesn't say this is good or bad— but for he record, it's a good thing. He feels his throat tighten up— it's difficult for him to swallow. He doesn't show any kidn of affectionate gesture, but what he does do is at least cup the back of Sakamoto's head lightly, possibly to let him know it's okay to be near. ]
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