[He's doing better than Sakamoto expected, and we all know that he's quite the optimist.
The smile on his face sure is something, right about now. Wide but not quite as wily or overbearing as his usual, more in his eyes than in his teeth. Sakamoto takes this moment to brush a few stray strands of hair from Zura's face, looking on attentively as he watches his friend stutter.]
Uh. [ Being positive to his hair is always a plus, and Zura lingers on that thought for a moment before swallowing. He doesn't know exactly how to say his thoughts, but he doesn't allow Sakamoto to even bare witness to any hesitance he may have. Katsura usually sounded calm and collected when he was like this. ]
I shouldn't sleep as much as I have been. It is healthy to be productive and do many things.
So, I have decided to work in your kitchen today. You will eat the food and I make and you will appreciate it, as the rest of your crew. [ You don't get a choice. He isn't asking permission to. He is stating what he is going to do. ]
[Said all too quickly. The Kaientai accommodates, makes room for those who have none. While Sakamoto's notion that it's "just expanding business" is true to an extent, he and Mutsu do go the extra mile to find "work" for those who need a place to stay.
Even if the job is simple.]
Sure, sure! If that's what suits ya.
[Zura's... Desire to seize control isn't really of concern to Sakamoto. The crew is pretty good at ignoring orders (As they ignore Sakamoto all the time).]
[ Good. He's glad that's okay. Katsura fidgets, pulling his gaze away from Sakamoto and looking off towards one of the walls in his room, as if it were interesting. In a quiet voice, he continues: ]
I will also be needing a uniform in my size. [ He says this without making eye contact. Nope. Not gonna look at you. ]
[Sakamoto should feel guilty, but he is a shameless person.
Seeing the man he loves in an outfit of his own design is like watching a wet dream come to life, and it fills him with so much warmth that he begins to feel ill. This is the very definition of commitment, a sign that their identities will now forever be intertwined, as the business that has been Sakamoto's life for so very long will now be at the forefront of Zura's, too.
He fights the desire to grab his friend's face and kiss it, as here is where the problem lies: If they are lovers (and Sakamoto hesitates to use the word), is it really okay for Sakamoto to be his boss?]
You want a uniform?
[Sakamoto does love his crew too, however, just not with his body. His concern for them exceeds that of most Captains, because they are his family, they are everything he's ever wanted and everything he has ever had.
Still, he sounds eager. There is no way for him to hide the excitement in his voice, despite the many gears whirring in his very spacious cranium.]
[ Katsura pulls his gaze back on Sakamoto, honestly not finding his request much of a big deal other than it's a little embarrassing how much Katsura wanted to feel included. He knew this crew was close and felt awkward that maybe he wouldn't fit in properly since they all have stories to tell and things to share with one another.
But Katsura was new, and didn't have those kind of memories. ]
—I need a uniform. If I am to be here and to be working like everyone else.
[He's not talking about just any ordinary night. Most days, Sakamoto is too tired to do anything but cuddle, or he's working right up until he can't keep his eyes open anymore.
It's clear that they're together, now; that Zura may need him to provide certain pleasures and Sakamoto is willing to oblige. That being said, he's going to wait until his good friend initiates any of it, especially the first time.]
I won't be able to keep my hands off of ya. Don't get too embarrassed.
[ Oh. ... Oh. Katsura can only blink a few times, feeling his cheeks beginning to burn at such a statement. Look, he's already getting embarrassed and you haven't even done anything yet. He huffs some hot air past his lips and turns his face away, fiddling with his fingers. This entire situation was already embarrassing but he shouldn't feel embarrassed. They've done intimate and sexual things already, so why did he feel shy?
Maybe it's because Sakamoto was being so open and sincere about wanting him and that's just not a feeling he is accustomed to. ]
I don't get embarrassed—! [ says the man who blushes over like... idk... a nipple. ]
[ His voice hushes and he tips his head downward, giving Sakamoto an odd question. ]
A—Ah. [ It's taking him awhile to get it out, so another pause occurs before he continues: ]
Should.. my hair be pulled back or down? [ He lifts his gaze to meet Sakamoto's eyes, expression wearing it's typical tensed look, eyes focused, but his face was glowing red and stretching to the tips of his ears. For somebody typically so stubborn and set in his ways, it was an achievement for him to be curious about his appearance for somebody else. ]
I'd tie it up! You don't wanna to get caught in any of the heavy stuff.
[In reality, Sakamoto actually prefers Zura's hair when it's down.
Maybe this is a selfish request disguised as a practical one. If Zura ties his hair when they're at work and lets it loose when they retire to bed, Sakamoto will be the only one to see him that way.]
[ defensively: ] I am just asking your opinion on what you think might look best with your uniform! [ yes he is.. he is wondering in which way you prefer to see him but he can't just easily admit that, now can he? ]
What I suggested is practical, practical! Don't get me wrong- We want folks on the ship ta look clean. Presentable! In case any of our rich friends decide to just show up right outta the blue!
But vanity 'n all that- That's not what we're about. Tie yer hair up, it'll save ya a lotta trouble.
[And then, with a change of tone that is far gentler:]
You don't gotta dress up a certain way for anybody. The way you do your hair, or wear your clothes...
You'll only look good in what makes you happy. That's what I think.
[ Well. What makes him happy will be whatever you find him the nicest looking and the most appealing as.
But he can't just say that. Oh, heavens, no. ]
Ah. If people don't think I look good in however I choose to be... Their b*lls can shrivel up and rot, then. [ an alternate thing to say so his pride is protected, he guesses. ]
I like to show others how long and beautiful it is and make them envy for how straight it is— along with my morals, priorities [ hah ] and my back.
[ So.. that is a yes. He likes wearing it down. Katsura slides off of the bed and begins to make his way towards the bathroom, but takes his time, so he isn't quite there just yet. ]
[ Katsura pauses, watching Sakamoto for a moment as a very small smile eases on his usually stressed face. Out of seemingly no where, Sakamoto will feel his ankles being grabbed and slowly pulled towards the edge of the bed, stopping right before his butt can slide off of the mattress. This is his way of coaxing Sakamoto to get up and get along with his day.
His ankles are dropped, and Zura goes straight for his wrists, pulling up to his feet if he will allow him to. ]
—You share a similar drive, you realize. [ if he gets Sakamoto on his feet, he'll also reach over and brush a few pieces of hair off of Tatsuma's face, still wearing the same, weak smile. ]
Ah, but apparently that has nothing to do with getting out of bed in a timely manner. You're slacking.
[Zura will find that Sakamoto's body moves with very little resistance, as he's used to having his body tugged and tossed about. What he isn't used to, however, is the way Zura gently pulls him to his feet. It seems that, as long as he can remember, he's been pushed around in ways that have left him with many unpleasant aches.
The way Zura treats him is careful, kinder, and honestly? It's a little strange.
But wonderful, too.]
I guess you're right!
[His friend's smile is lovely, but a little too weak. As a result, Sakamoto leans to plant a brief kiss on Zura's lips. Closed mouth!!! Not as smelly.]
[ He appreciates that brief little greeting and ducks his head, clearing his throat before turning around, showing his back to Sakamoto. Onward to the bathroom he goes! ]
I am usually right, Sakamoto. You should know this. If not, you will learn it. [ ya, besides the whole LET'S CHANGE JAPAN BY BLOWING IT UP when he first started to try and reform it or being outright intolerant towards the Amanto and their ways.. also he's not very good at guessing Who's that Pokemon either.
He steps inside the bathroom and goes for the most important thing: a hairbrush. Surely Sakamoto has one of those in here somewhere? ]
[Sakamoto's bathroom looks considerably cleaner than it did before, probably because Zura spent time rearranging things. Either way, he doesn't really mind, as he isn't particularly organized.]
Time changes things. Ideas. People!
You can be right about somethin' one minute and wrong the next- It doesn't hafta be a bad thing! It's nice sometimes, bein' wrong.
[Sakamoto looks over his shoulder, as if he's looking towards something, though he only sees the door.]
It means there's more, there's so much more-
[There is a peculiar look of wonder on the merchant's face. Something bright, something innocent.]
And that, the fact that you'll never know it all, that there's always more ta learn... It's amazing! Just amazing.
[ While Sakamoto talks on as he does, Katsura has found himself a hairbrush and is brushing his hair, from the bottom to the top with all of it draped over his shoulder. Sakamoto was always so open minded with everything; it was very different for Katsura who seemed to stay closed off with his own thinking unless otherwise convinced.. which wasn't easy. It took about 100 episodes for him to even begin to change his way of thinking about the Amanto.
Zura just shuts him off. ]
No, I'm always right. [ ah.. ]
Come here and brush your teeth. [ He fusses, putting toothpaste on his own toothbrush. Zura, don't so easily make him stop talking when you know for a fact he is being very cute by talking like that. ]
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[He's doing better than Sakamoto expected, and we all know that he's quite the optimist.
The smile on his face sure is something, right about now. Wide but not quite as wily or overbearing as his usual, more in his eyes than in his teeth. Sakamoto takes this moment to brush a few stray strands of hair from Zura's face, looking on attentively as he watches his friend stutter.]
What's up?
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[ Being positive to his hair is always a plus, and Zura lingers on that thought for a moment before swallowing. He doesn't know exactly how to say his thoughts, but he doesn't allow Sakamoto to even bare witness to any hesitance he may have. Katsura usually sounded calm and collected when he was like this. ]
I shouldn't sleep as much as I have been.
It is healthy to be productive and do many things.
So, I have decided to work in your kitchen today. You will eat the food and I make and you will appreciate it, as the rest of your crew.
[ You don't get a choice. He isn't asking permission to. He is stating what he is going to do. ]
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[Said all too quickly. The Kaientai accommodates, makes room for those who have none. While Sakamoto's notion that it's "just expanding business" is true to an extent, he and Mutsu do go the extra mile to find "work" for those who need a place to stay.
Even if the job is simple.]
Sure, sure! If that's what suits ya.
[Zura's... Desire to seize control isn't really of concern to Sakamoto. The crew is pretty good at ignoring orders (As they ignore Sakamoto all the time).]
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Katsura fidgets, pulling his gaze away from Sakamoto and looking off towards one of the walls in his room, as if it were interesting. In a quiet voice, he continues: ]
I will also be needing a uniform in my size.
[ He says this without making eye contact. Nope. Not gonna look at you. ]
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Seeing the man he loves in an outfit of his own design is like watching a wet dream come to life, and it fills him with so much warmth that he begins to feel ill. This is the very definition of commitment, a sign that their identities will now forever be intertwined, as the business that has been Sakamoto's life for so very long will now be at the forefront of Zura's, too.
He fights the desire to grab his friend's face and kiss it, as here is where the problem lies: If they are lovers (and Sakamoto hesitates to use the word), is it really okay for Sakamoto to be his boss?]
You want a uniform?
[Sakamoto does love his crew too, however, just not with his body. His concern for them exceeds that of most Captains, because they are his family, they are everything he's ever wanted and everything he has ever had.
Still, he sounds eager. There is no way for him to hide the excitement in his voice, despite the many gears whirring in his very spacious cranium.]
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But Katsura was new, and didn't have those kind of memories. ]
—I need a uniform.
If I am to be here and to be working like everyone else.
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[He exclaims, clapping Zura on the shoulder, and then leaning in almost uncomfortably close. In a whisper:]
But then you'll hafta promise me somethin'.
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Hah?
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[He's not talking about just any ordinary night. Most days, Sakamoto is too tired to do anything but cuddle, or he's working right up until he can't keep his eyes open anymore.
It's clear that they're together, now; that Zura may need him to provide certain pleasures and Sakamoto is willing to oblige. That being said, he's going to wait until his good friend initiates any of it, especially the first time.]
I won't be able to keep my hands off of ya. Don't get too embarrassed.
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Katsura can only blink a few times, feeling his cheeks beginning to burn at such a statement. Look, he's already getting embarrassed and you haven't even done anything yet.
He huffs some hot air past his lips and turns his face away, fiddling with his fingers. This entire situation was already embarrassing but he shouldn't feel embarrassed. They've done intimate and sexual things already, so why did he feel shy?
Maybe it's because Sakamoto was being so open and sincere about wanting him and that's just not a feeling he is accustomed to. ]
I don't get embarrassed—!
[ says the man who blushes over like... idk... a nipple. ]
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A—Ah.
[ It's taking him awhile to get it out, so another pause occurs before he continues: ]
Should.. my hair be pulled back or down?
[ He lifts his gaze to meet Sakamoto's eyes, expression wearing it's typical tensed look, eyes focused, but his face was glowing red and stretching to the tips of his ears.
For somebody typically so stubborn and set in his ways, it was an achievement for him to be curious about his appearance for somebody else. ]
Which do you prefer?
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[In reality, Sakamoto actually prefers Zura's hair when it's down.
Maybe this is a selfish request disguised as a practical one. If Zura ties his hair when they're at work and lets it loose when they retire to bed, Sakamoto will be the only one to see him that way.]
Prefer? Are ya askin' what I like better?
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I am just asking your opinion on what you think might look best with your uniform!
[ yes he is.. he is wondering in which way you prefer to see him but he can't just easily admit that, now can he? ]
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But vanity 'n all that- That's not what we're about. Tie yer hair up, it'll save ya a lotta trouble.
[And then, with a change of tone that is far gentler:]
You don't gotta dress up a certain way for anybody. The way you do your hair, or wear your clothes...
You'll only look good in what makes you happy. That's what I think.
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What makes him happy will be whatever you find him the nicest looking and the most appealing as.
But he can't just say that. Oh, heavens, no. ]
Ah. If people don't think I look good in however I choose to be...
Their b*lls can shrivel up and rot, then.
[ an alternate thing to say so his pride is protected, he guesses. ]
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[That's the spirit.
Sakamoto leans back onto his elbow, humming low before he starts talking again.]
But, Zura!
[He lies down and folds his arms behind his head, looking at the ceiling instead of at his friend.]
You like wearin' it down, don'tcha?
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[ So.. that is a yes. He likes wearing it down.
Katsura slides off of the bed and begins to make his way towards the bathroom, but takes his time, so he isn't quite there just yet. ]
It is my charm point.
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The most charmin' thing about ya is your drive.
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Out of seemingly no where, Sakamoto will feel his ankles being grabbed and slowly pulled towards the edge of the bed, stopping right before his butt can slide off of the mattress. This is his way of coaxing Sakamoto to get up and get along with his day.
His ankles are dropped, and Zura goes straight for his wrists, pulling up to his feet if he will allow him to. ]
—You share a similar drive, you realize.
[ if he gets Sakamoto on his feet, he'll also reach over and brush a few pieces of hair off of Tatsuma's face, still wearing the same, weak smile. ]
Ah, but apparently that has nothing to do with getting out of bed in a timely manner. You're slacking.
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The way Zura treats him is careful, kinder, and honestly? It's a little strange.
But wonderful, too.]
I guess you're right!
[His friend's smile is lovely, but a little too weak. As a result, Sakamoto leans to plant a brief kiss on Zura's lips. Closed mouth!!! Not as smelly.]
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I am usually right, Sakamoto. You should know this. If not, you will learn it.
[ ya, besides the whole LET'S CHANGE JAPAN BY BLOWING IT UP when he first started to try and reform it or being outright intolerant towards the Amanto and their ways..
also he's not very good at guessing Who's that Pokemon either.
He steps inside the bathroom and goes for the most important thing: a hairbrush. Surely Sakamoto has one of those in here somewhere? ]
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[Sakamoto's bathroom looks considerably cleaner than it did before, probably because Zura spent time rearranging things. Either way, he doesn't really mind, as he isn't particularly organized.]
Time changes things. Ideas. People!
You can be right about somethin' one minute and wrong the next- It doesn't hafta be a bad thing! It's nice sometimes, bein' wrong.
[Sakamoto looks over his shoulder, as if he's looking towards something, though he only sees the door.]
It means there's more, there's so much more-
[There is a peculiar look of wonder on the merchant's face. Something bright, something innocent.]
And that, the fact that you'll never know it all, that there's always more ta learn... It's amazing! Just amazing.
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Zura just shuts him off. ]
No, I'm always right.
[ ah.. ]
Come here and brush your teeth.
[ He fusses, putting toothpaste on his own toothbrush. Zura, don't so easily make him stop talking when you know for a fact he is being very cute by talking like that. ]
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[Sakamoto has to laugh. He's not bothered by Zura's stubbornness, it's something he's well aware of and grown used to.]
Always right or just afraid-
[He does pick his toothbrush up from wherever he left it the previous night, leaning in to whisper in Zura's ear.]
Afraid of bein' wrong?
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