[ 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. ]
[The shiver that travels down his spine at Zura's gentle touch is enough to signal Sakamoto that maybe, just maybe this he's crossing a line that he shouldn't. There's an inkling of something sad in his expression, evident the way his eyes have glossed over ever so slightly. Though he continues to smile, something heavy seems to be tugging at the corners of his lips.
His voice is deeper, but softer too, Sakamoto doesn't speak at this volume very often (if ever).]
We're close, aren't we?
[A dangerous question.
But Zura has always been considered one of Sakamoto's closest friends.]
[ Of course we are is what Katsura wants to say, but he isn't certain. It is a situation he has never thought of being in with Sakamoto. Though, his heart doesn't pull or tug in a way that is making him think it might be wise to not be this intimate with him. Surely that was some kind of sign right there, but up until now, Katsura hadn't the faintest that he was growing fonder and fonder of Sakamoto through the days he had spent with him.
Was it just him trying to place Sakamoto in the puzzle space that Gintoki usually kept filled? That kind of puzzle space was that, anyway— platonic or something romantic?
Did that make it wrong? Could Zura be that selfish? ]
This is closer. [ The way he says that almost makes it feel like a negative thing, but then he holds Tatsuma by the cheek. ]
I like it. [ —the answer is, yes, Katsura can be that selfish. Gintoki was irreplaceable, yes, but he would try to subconsciously cram somebody in the spot that his dear friend used to be in, which was an entirely wrong thing to do. He should know better— but for now, he doesn't. He just wants to be happy. ]
[Maybe it's pathetic, that Sakamoto wouldn't mind.
He knows that he isn't Gintoki, would never try to fill his place, but he'd do just about anything to ease Zura's pain. Whatever they're doing, whatever they're going to do, it's a temporary fix but it's something and still special. After all, it's not like they go about doing this with other men, strangers.
He let's his own hand brush over the one on his cheek, closing his eyes as he admits something terrifying:]
Me too.
Bein' lonely really stinks.
[They both aren't the kind of people who do very well alone, Sakamoto with his reckless gambles and Zura with his constant fear of being left behind, but right now what this man wants is to be loved and to love, not carefully but passionately.]
Y'know, if there's somethin' I'm missin' here... You should let me know.
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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
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S...SAKAMOTO!!
[ —is all he can really say before he rears his elbow back and slams it right into his body behind him. ]
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[ 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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His voice is deeper, but softer too, Sakamoto doesn't speak at this volume very often (if ever).]
We're close, aren't we?
[A dangerous question.
But Zura has always been considered one of Sakamoto's closest friends.]
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Was it just him trying to place Sakamoto in the puzzle space that Gintoki usually kept filled? That kind of puzzle space was that, anyway— platonic or something romantic?
Did that make it wrong? Could Zura be that selfish? ]
This is closer.
[ The way he says that almost makes it feel like a negative thing, but then he holds Tatsuma by the cheek. ]
I like it.
[ —the answer is, yes, Katsura can be that selfish. Gintoki was irreplaceable, yes, but he would try to subconsciously cram somebody in the spot that his dear friend used to be in, which was an entirely wrong thing to do.
He should know better— but for now, he doesn't. He just wants to be happy. ]
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He knows that he isn't Gintoki, would never try to fill his place, but he'd do just about anything to ease Zura's pain. Whatever they're doing, whatever they're going to do, it's a temporary fix but it's something and still special. After all, it's not like they go about doing this with other men, strangers.
He let's his own hand brush over the one on his cheek, closing his eyes as he admits something terrifying:]
Me too.
Bein' lonely really stinks.
[They both aren't the kind of people who do very well alone, Sakamoto with his reckless gambles and Zura with his constant fear of being left behind, but right now what this man wants is to be loved and to love, not carefully but passionately.]
Y'know, if there's somethin' I'm missin' here... You should let me know.
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