[ This is.. different. It really is, from Sakamoto's usual friendly and physical behavior. Did he also feel different too after the time they spent together last night? Katsura was a bit hopeful of that— not like he would say something like that so easily, but..
A very faint flush rushes to his face when he feels his hands toyed with, not batting them away. .. why is he wanting to wear whatever Katsura wants? ]
—The silk ones were acceptable, especially with your kind of taste. [ why is he going along with it ....!??? ]
Though, a traditional kind of undergarment is something everyone should admire..
Sakamoto, it is against my character type to be so crudely immodest. Even in the swimsuit episodes, I cover myself. Besides, they are more comfortable than your silly boxers— there are not any elastic bands to worry about. There is better blood flow that way.
[ blood flow towards where.. don't you dare say it. ]
Sakamoto hardly ever feels embarrassed when he's thinking vulgar thoughts, and right now is no different. But the look he's giving Zura at the moment isn't lecherous, not at all, there is sweetness in his eyes.
How can something so beautiful be disgusting? Sakamoto doesn't understand.
It's only filthy if one person isn't having fun, isn't that right?]
Oh yeah? That's funny.
[He was listening, really. But he'll cut his friend some slack tonight.]
You know what else gets blood flowin' real hard? Booze! You want some?
[ Katsura pulls his hands away from Sakamoto's hold, allowing them to settle in his sleeves for now with a gentle huff. He glances over his shoulder at Sakamoto's suggestion with a raised brow, making eye contact with him. It wasn't uncommon, by any means, for Sakamoto to offer him something to drink— it happened during the war; it happens now. He can't help but think that maybe he's wanting them both to fall into some kind of silly state and start messing around again but..
Katsura doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he's prepared for just that.
He lifts his chin slightly, a delicate and small smile teasing the very ends of his lips. ]
—Was it really that terrible of a day for you? [ Maybe he shouldn't have asked that, but.. he cannot help but wonder sometimes what kind of stress his friend goes through on a daily basis. ]
[ Katsura looks up at the sky again, allowing a small moment of silence to pass. His eyes catch glimpse of a soaring ship that disappears into the clouds as he gathers his thoughts before turning around to face Sakamoto, looking up at the taller man. ]
That is a pity. I know of a great stress reliever— should you be interested in such a thing.
[ With that, he pulls his hands out of his sleeves and lifts one, brushing the edge of his thumb right above Sakamoto's brows, pushing some of his curly fringe out of the way. Small, little touches; he loved giving those to people he genuinely cared about. ]
Ah, good. Because I know of just the thing— [ Katsura says, brushing past Sakamoto to go back inside of the inn room, the edges of his fingers sweeping over Tatsuma's chest and around his arm as he shuffles back in and past his friend, heaving a little breath.
Brr. It was cold out there and a lot warmer in here. He seems to be busying about the room, humming (always a good sign) as he looks for something. You know, if they're going to do this, they're going to need everything that is essential. Fortunately, Katsura has planned ahead. ]
Sakamoto— you can get the drink and I'll get everything else we'll need. [ How bold. ]
But they're gettin' us the silverware! O-oi, Zura...
[Sakamoto picks up the hotel phone, eyeing his friend curiously. Despite everything that transpired last night, and the passionate but very imaginary fantasies that crept into his head during work that morning, he doesn't know if they'll be doing anything like that again.
Zura had been comforted in the most intimate way possible, and the merchant is fine with that. He had done his friend a service! And he shouldn't expect anything more.
Why does he want more, then?
Sakamoto dials the hotel lobby.]
Ah, hello? Yes, yes! Hi! This is Sakamoto Tatsuma of the Kai-en-ta-
["Sakamoto-san, we would like to make a personal request. As you make a habit of inviting unsolicited guests to your-"]
[ Katsura is oblivious to whatever was said on the other line as he pauses his search for their essential items for the evening to fuss a bit with his hair, eventually pulling it out of being tied and letting it free.
They were really going to do something.. weren't they? He shook his hair out, fingers threading through parts of it as he looks at Sakamoto. ]
Remember to dial in by 'one.' [ He holds up a single finger to emphasize. ] Would you care for me to do it? [ doesn't matter, he's coming over right by Sakamoto anyway and standing right near him.
Oh, he smelled pretty. Like a bunch of flowers and perfume that were lingering from his work earlier that day. Zura picks up the phone and merely stands there after dialing, allowing it to ring for a moment. ]
[ Though, as soon as the inn personnel answer, and Katsura greets the lobby with an ah, hello, it only takes a few seconds before he slams the phone down in a bit of sudden fury, all the while exclaiming: ]
IT'S NOT "SIR", IT'S KATSURA..!!
[ ah.. the constant frustration when Zura talks to professional personnel. ]
[ Apparently his day is more important? Apparently. Katsura dials in, again and before even a word gets out, he starts off with: ]
It's Katsura— Katsura Kotarou, the leader of an Anti-Foreigner Faction! [ just out yourself as a criminal completely??? ] I am here with.. — J*ckie Ch*n [ but don't out Sakamoto out at all? ] and we both demand room service! Please, speak to Mr. Ch*n and respect his request!
[ He holds out the phone to Sakamoto, looking at him expectantly as he awaits for him to take it. ]
[ drops the sandal from his mouth and slides the other one off, pushing them neatly together with the edge of his foot.
Ahem. ]
I should .. — adjust the mood in this atmosphere, then. [ He clears his throat, still feeling nerves in his body. What was he planning on doing? If you guessed dimming the lights, you're right. ]
[Sakamoto idly watches as Zura fusses and prances about. As much as he likes to believe that they are going to get frisky, it's probably nothing of the sort. They're gonna watch a drama or something, he just knows it.]
[ Once the lighting is right, Katsura seems pleased and gives Sakamoto a look over his shoulder at him, smiling in what could best be described as playful. Was he flirting with him? Was this an attempt at being flirtatious? ]
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A very faint flush rushes to his face when he feels his hands toyed with, not batting them away.
.. why is he wanting to wear whatever Katsura wants? ]
—The silk ones were acceptable, especially with your kind of taste.
[ why is he going along with it ....!??? ]
Though, a traditional kind of undergarment is something everyone should admire..
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[He squeezes Zura's actual hands now, with both of his owns.]
If you're talkin' about traditional stuff, why not just go back to the start? Back in the old days, hell! They didn't wear anythin'.
[don't whistle u whore]
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Sakamoto, it is against my character type to be so crudely immodest. Even in the swimsuit episodes, I cover myself.
Besides, they are more comfortable than your silly boxers— there are not any elastic bands to worry about. There is better blood flow that way.
[ blood flow towards where.. don't you dare say it. ]
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Sakamoto hardly ever feels embarrassed when he's thinking vulgar thoughts, and right now is no different. But the look he's giving Zura at the moment isn't lecherous, not at all, there is sweetness in his eyes.
How can something so beautiful be disgusting? Sakamoto doesn't understand.
It's only filthy if one person isn't having fun, isn't that right?]
Oh yeah? That's funny.
[He was listening, really. But he'll cut his friend some slack tonight.]
You know what else gets blood flowin' real hard? Booze! You want some?
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Katsura doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he's prepared for just that.
He lifts his chin slightly, a delicate and small smile teasing the very ends of his lips. ]
—Was it really that terrible of a day for you?
[ Maybe he shouldn't have asked that, but.. he cannot help but wonder sometimes what kind of stress his friend goes through on a daily basis. ]
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[He idly rubs the back of his neck with one nervous hand.]
Don't think I've ever really had one of those days, haha! Not in a while.
[Liar.]
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That is a pity.
I know of a great stress reliever— should you be interested in such a thing.
[ With that, he pulls his hands out of his sleeves and lifts one, brushing the edge of his thumb right above Sakamoto's brows, pushing some of his curly fringe out of the way. Small, little touches; he loved giving those to people he genuinely cared about. ]
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This is all very stupid.]
Now, I didn't say I wasn't stressed-
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[ Katsura says, brushing past Sakamoto to go back inside of the inn room, the edges of his fingers sweeping over Tatsuma's chest and around his arm as he shuffles back in and past his friend, heaving a little breath.
Brr. It was cold out there and a lot warmer in here. He seems to be busying about the room, humming (always a good sign) as he looks for something.
You know, if they're going to do this, they're going to need everything that is essential. Fortunately, Katsura has planned ahead. ]
Sakamoto— you can get the drink and I'll get everything else we'll need.
[ How bold. ]
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[Sakamoto picks up the hotel phone, eyeing his friend curiously. Despite everything that transpired last night, and the passionate but very imaginary fantasies that crept into his head during work that morning, he doesn't know if they'll be doing anything like that again.
Zura had been comforted in the most intimate way possible, and the merchant is fine with that. He had done his friend a service! And he shouldn't expect anything more.
Why does he want more, then?
Sakamoto dials the hotel lobby.]
Ah, hello? Yes, yes! Hi! This is Sakamoto Tatsuma of the Kai-en-ta-
["Sakamoto-san, we would like to make a personal request. As you make a habit of inviting unsolicited guests to your-"]
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...Did I dial the wrong number?
[WHY IS HE THE ONE WHO LOOKS CONFUSED???]
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They were really going to do something.. weren't they?
He shook his hair out, fingers threading through parts of it as he looks at Sakamoto. ]
Remember to dial in by 'one.' [ He holds up a single finger to emphasize. ]
Would you care for me to do it?
[ doesn't matter, he's coming over right by Sakamoto anyway and standing right near him.
Oh, he smelled pretty. Like a bunch of flowers and perfume that were lingering from his work earlier that day. Zura picks up the phone and merely stands there after dialing, allowing it to ring for a moment. ]
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IT'S NOT "SIR", IT'S KATSURA..!!
[ ah.. the constant frustration when Zura talks to professional personnel. ]
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[Sakamoto claps a hand on his friend's shoulder.]
It's probably best not ta yell... That person has probably had a long day, y'know? Take it easy!
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[ Apparently his day is more important? Apparently.
Katsura dials in, again and before even a word gets out, he starts off with: ]
It's Katsura— Katsura Kotarou, the leader of an Anti-Foreigner Faction! [ just out yourself as a criminal completely??? ] I am here with.. — J*ckie Ch*n [ but don't out Sakamoto out at all? ] and we both demand room service! Please, speak to Mr. Ch*n and respect his request!
[ He holds out the phone to Sakamoto, looking at him expectantly as he awaits for him to take it. ]
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Zura.
[A beat.]
I think they're callin' the police.
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Damn!
THOSE BAKUFU DOGS LOVE J*CKIE CH*N!! EVERYONE KNOWS IT!
[ Instantly, he's in a panic and begins to rush about, gathering any thing that might possibly be his in a fluster. ]
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Honestly, can I just get a bottle of wine? Please.
It's been a long day. They're not on their way over, are they? Ohhhh! So you haven't made the call?
[Sakamoto nods serenely.]
If that's the case, how much do I pay you? Not to tell, I mean.
[He tilts his head to the side.]
I see! You can just put it on the company card. Thank you!
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No, he's just staring at Tatsuma like this, completely frozen in his steps.
Reassure him it's gonna be okay. ]
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[Sakamoto rubs his chin.]
Come to think of it, however! Runnin' away together sounds pretty damn romantic. Ah, sit, sit! There's no need to worry.
They're not comin' for ya, I promise.
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Ahem. ]
I should .. — adjust the mood in this atmosphere, then.
[ He clears his throat, still feeling nerves in his body. What was he planning on doing?
If you guessed dimming the lights, you're right. ]
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Mood? What kind of mood?
[Blinking:]
Sentimental?
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