[Sakamoto is distracted by the way Zura's girly fingers toy with his tired hands, as it's been a while since he's been touched like this.
That and he feels even more strange when Zura makes that bold statement, as never once before have the Joui bothered with his history. As a merchant, it was his job to sell the soldiers and their cause to potential benefactors, so he researched the lives of the best merchandise.
He's happy, sure enough, that someone has at least shown an ounce of interest in what lies beneath the surface, but-]
Fat chance!
I'm hellbent on winnin' this game.
[Mostly because he likes learning about you, Zura.
[ Fine. You be that way. Zura's cheeks puff up slightly, and, as if resulting to playful violence will somehow let Sakamoto give way and at least tell him some things about himself, he retreats his hand from Sakamoto's presence and proceeds to try and shove him over. His palm firmly rests against Sakamoto's shoulder as he pushes Sakamoto, hoping to at least knock him over on the empty side of the couch.
If he succeeds, he glances down at Sakamoto darkly. Was that a throw pillow he had in his palms? He's taking up the defense, everyone. It's going to smack right against his face if Tatsuma says something dumb. ]
I do not want to bet anything. [ Which means he does. He loves competition. ]
You have the upper hand already. It wouldn't be fair.
[Sakamoto plops down onto the couch, wincing as he eyes the pillow in Zura's hand. The guy's got a strong arm! Terrifying. It's terrifying!]
W-wait? Why are you so mad?!
You've never asked me anything! About that kind of stuff...
Ahhhhh! But I guess it might've seemed like I didn't want to talk about it, or somethin' like that. That's just 'cause! Who I've been 'n who I am... Ahaha~!
[He tilts his head to the side.]
They're one and the same.
[As vague as he gets about this kind of thing, he's given time to think for a second. A person's curiosity about one's past is reflects an extended sense of interest, a desire for closeness.
Zura is a close friend, right? Perhaps sharing a detail or two won't hurt.]
[ Ugh. Sakamoto looks so cute when he's confused— Katsura cannot help but feel his cheeks light up at the sight of him plopped sideways on the couch and act so innocent. His last comment, though. Zura gives him a moment. It's true, a new desire has budded in Zura's mind and heart. He wants to be more intimate with Sakamoto— not so much physically as emotionally.
Zura wondered why.
He seems flustered about the whole ordeal, so he just stuffs the pillow in Sakamoto's face, smothering him without much word or explanation. Stop. Hide that cute face. ]
[ Katsura gets some kind of odd pleasure from making Sakamoto suffer— not exactly in his suffering but the fact he has control of the situation, something as innocent as a pillow fight. Though, his joy doesn't linger long, and neither does it show on his face, eyes glaring down at the wiggling idiot beneath the throw pillow. When he thinks Sakamoto has had enough, he releases the pillow, but lets it rest on Sakamoto's face. Sakamoto can probably hear Zura sigh in frustration before he adds on: ]
Your face already does. [ He speaks calmly and quietly. He remembers what your balls look like, man. It's been years, but he remembers all of that hair. ]
[Then how do you know, Zura? If they're even lopsided at all! Maybe there's something else hiding under all that hair. Like a tiny colony of small rodents, or a nuclear missile.]
Hey, what's that supposed to mean? No! No it doesn't!
I shaved this morning! There's no way.
[He knows his balls are hairy.
Cut him some slack.]
My head may be wooly, but the head of the wooliest mammoth...
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[He should be about ready to be assaulted at this point, but instead he dares to do something bold. He catches hold of the hand on his shoulder, holding the fingers as though they belong to a beautiful woman.
Maybe this kind of distraction is what Zura needs- In being so focused, he often loses sight of things that really matter (like his own mental health).]
[ What.. was this? What was with that sudden question? Katsura can only stare at Sakamoto as the blush spreads to his ears. How could Sakamoto ask something like that so suddenly?
Though, was he giving off signs like maybe he did? Did he harbor those kind of feelings for Sakamoto? Zura hadn't even thought of it until now as he remembered fond memories of their time back home.. and here. Here. Where Zura insisted Sakamoto live with him, they shared the same bed and were very close.. he didn't remember wanting to have those sort of feelings with Sakamoto back home.
What actually caused this?
He denies it. ]
I do not! [ PULLS HIS HAND AWAY. he's stressed right now, Sakamoto! ] You're misunderstanding everything..!
[Sakamoto watches as the steam practically pours out of Katsura's ears.
He has to remind himself that this is all in jest.
The other Joui have never looked at him in quite the same way, after all, they've never donned the rose-colored lenses he sees the world through every day. Each member holds a special place in his heart, and while at first Gintoki had wormed his way into the biggest, Sakamoto's time with Katsura is leveling out the playing field there, too.
What he hopes is that he doesn't have to watch a beautiful man become ugly at heart.]
[ He doesn't need this conversation right now. His heart skips a beat, unsure of what Sakamoto really meant by that. Was he joking? Was he implying something? Naturally, Zura takes it all very seriously, so all he can do at this point is stand to his feet. Sakamoto was either confessing something right now or horsing around, and Zura can only really assume the latter from Sakamoto's cheery personality.
Zura radiated confidence, but there was a part of him that had a low self esteem from being pushed away so much and left in so much isolation in his life.
With his back towards Sakamoto, he begins to make his exit from the living room. ]
—Don't talk that way.
[ He wants love so much. It wasn't something to joke about. ]
[Sakamoto catches Zura's wrist before he can move too far, and fingers rub him up and down, lingering where the merchant can feel a pulse. Strange, how a man can do something so inconsequential and make it feel as though he's touching something far more intimate, but that may be one of the many devices he uses to lure women into bed with him.
He knows they've both suffered losses, seen friends come and go, but he understands that Zura is hurting deepest, because two of the men he's lost have meant more to him than just that.
Sakamoto knows the way Zura's eyes get when he's in love, despite the other man's attempt to hide it.]
Yeah? What about me?
[He can't say what he really wants, he can't yell and scream and get Katsura to stop before he burns out and hurts himself in ways that will never truly heal, so he can offer this.
Something that he knows the other hungers for, an insatiable need.]
There's plenty of important things...
[He tugs at Zura's hand, just enough so he can expose the palm for what was meant to be a brief kiss, but turns into something different.
Sakamoto begins to run his tongue along one line atop the skin, grinning all the while.]
[ This is fine and dandy— Sakamoto draws Zura in and distracts him from at least not leaving, dead in his tracks. He's listening, dark eyes curious, but obviously focused with undivided attention, pink beginning to crawl back on his cheeks..
until... Sakamoto does something like that. There's a time and a place for that, and it throws Zura off guard. He isn't sure he'd want that kind of attention on his hands even if he was expecting it. So, he bristles, that very hand lifting to give Tatsuma a good smack across the cheek. It probably echoes in the room they're in.
Coldly, he turns away from him again. ]
I have no interest. [ He did. ]
Enjoy the sofa tonight for being foolish. [ Off he goes again, quick to move. ]
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right in this au he never dated celty
That and he feels even more strange when Zura makes that bold statement, as never once before have the Joui bothered with his history. As a merchant, it was his job to sell the soldiers and their cause to potential benefactors, so he researched the lives of the best merchandise.
He's happy, sure enough, that someone has at least shown an ounce of interest in what lies beneath the surface, but-]
Fat chance!
I'm hellbent on winnin' this game.
[Mostly because he likes learning about you, Zura.
(that and u r a lil transparent honey)]
Hey, let's make things interesting. Wanna bet?
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Zura's cheeks puff up slightly, and, as if resulting to playful violence will somehow let Sakamoto give way and at least tell him some things about himself, he retreats his hand from Sakamoto's presence and proceeds to try and shove him over. His palm firmly rests against Sakamoto's shoulder as he pushes Sakamoto, hoping to at least knock him over on the empty side of the couch.
If he succeeds, he glances down at Sakamoto darkly. Was that a throw pillow he had in his palms? He's taking up the defense, everyone. It's going to smack right against his face if Tatsuma says something dumb. ]
I do not want to bet anything.
[ Which means he does. He loves competition. ]
You have the upper hand already. It wouldn't be fair.
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W-wait? Why are you so mad?!
You've never asked me anything! About that kind of stuff...
Ahhhhh! But I guess it might've seemed like I didn't want to talk about it, or somethin' like that. That's just 'cause! Who I've been 'n who I am... Ahaha~!
[He tilts his head to the side.]
They're one and the same.
[As vague as he gets about this kind of thing, he's given time to think for a second. A person's curiosity about one's past is reflects an extended sense of interest, a desire for closeness.
Zura is a close friend, right? Perhaps sharing a detail or two won't hurt.]
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His last comment, though. Zura gives him a moment. It's true, a new desire has budded in Zura's mind and heart. He wants to be more intimate with Sakamoto— not so much physically as emotionally.
Zura wondered why.
He seems flustered about the whole ordeal, so he just stuffs the pillow in Sakamoto's face, smothering him without much word or explanation.
Stop. Hide that cute face. ]
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[Instead of actually taking the pillow into his own hands and saving himself from suffocation, Sakamoto flails miserably, like some sort of imbecile.
He hasn't the faintest clue what's going on inside Zura's head, although he'd be flattered to know that his friend finds the look on his face cute.]
Z-z-zura! My b*lls are already lopsided!
I don't want my face to match!
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Though, his joy doesn't linger long, and neither does it show on his face, eyes glaring down at the wiggling idiot beneath the throw pillow. When he thinks Sakamoto has had enough, he releases the pillow, but lets it rest on Sakamoto's face. Sakamoto can probably hear Zura sigh in frustration before he adds on: ]
Your face already does.
[ He speaks calmly and quietly. He remembers what your balls look like, man. It's been years, but he remembers all of that hair. ]
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Hey, what's that supposed to mean? No! No it doesn't!
I shaved this morning! There's no way.
[He knows his balls are hairy.
Cut him some slack.]
My head may be wooly, but the head of the wooliest mammoth...
[DON't FOLD UR ARMS THERE IS NOTHING PROFOUND ABOUT WHAT UR ABOOT 2 SAY]
Is definitely in my pants.
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[ you're so gross, Sakamoto. ]
I do not need a reminder of that.
[ but look.. his face is blushing.....
he likes'm hairy, ok. ]
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[And now, it's Sakamoto's turn to be disgusted.]
How hairy my b*lls are.
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Sakamoto!
[ PUNCHES HIS SHOULDER??? ]
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Ah, y'know, Zura...
My stomach's pretty hairy, too. ♥
[There's no sign that he's giving up just yet.]
Wanna take a peek?
[He should be about ready to be assaulted at this point, but instead he dares to do something bold. He catches hold of the hand on his shoulder, holding the fingers as though they belong to a beautiful woman.
Maybe this kind of distraction is what Zura needs- In being so focused, he often loses sight of things that really matter (like his own mental health).]
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[ the look of both horror and embarrassment....
s-stop flirting with him at a time like this!! ]
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Whoa, Zura~! You're so red.
[As the other hasn't let go of his hand yet, Sakamoto pulls him in.]
Why? You got a crush on me?
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Katsura can only stare at Sakamoto as the blush spreads to his ears. How could Sakamoto ask something like that so suddenly?
Though, was he giving off signs like maybe he did? Did he harbor those kind of feelings for Sakamoto? Zura hadn't even thought of it until now as he remembered fond memories of their time back home.. and here. Here. Where Zura insisted Sakamoto live with him, they shared the same bed and were very close.. he didn't remember wanting to have those sort of feelings with Sakamoto back home.
What actually caused this?
He denies it. ]
I do not! [ PULLS HIS HAND AWAY. he's stressed right now, Sakamoto! ]
You're misunderstanding everything..!
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He has to remind himself that this is all in jest.
The other Joui have never looked at him in quite the same way, after all, they've never donned the rose-colored lenses he sees the world through every day. Each member holds a special place in his heart, and while at first Gintoki had wormed his way into the biggest, Sakamoto's time with Katsura is leveling out the playing field there, too.
What he hopes is that he doesn't have to watch a beautiful man become ugly at heart.]
Maybe you're the one who's misunderstandin'~!
[He teases.]
Maybe I'm the one who's got the crush.
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Zura radiated confidence, but there was a part of him that had a low self esteem from being pushed away so much and left in so much isolation in his life.
With his back towards Sakamoto, he begins to make his exit from the living room. ]
—Don't talk that way.
[ He wants love so much.
It wasn't something to joke about. ]
I have more important thing to do right now.
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He knows they've both suffered losses, seen friends come and go, but he understands that Zura is hurting deepest, because two of the men he's lost have meant more to him than just that.
Sakamoto knows the way Zura's eyes get when he's in love, despite the other man's attempt to hide it.]
Yeah? What about me?
[He can't say what he really wants, he can't yell and scream and get Katsura to stop before he burns out and hurts himself in ways that will never truly heal, so he can offer this.
Something that he knows the other hungers for, an insatiable need.]
There's plenty of important things...
[He tugs at Zura's hand, just enough so he can expose the palm for what was meant to be a brief kiss, but turns into something different.
Sakamoto begins to run his tongue along one line atop the skin, grinning all the while.]
You could be doin' with me.
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until...
Sakamoto does something like that.
There's a time and a place for that, and it throws Zura off guard. He isn't sure he'd want that kind of attention on his hands even if he was expecting it.
So, he bristles, that very hand lifting to give Tatsuma a good smack across the cheek. It probably echoes in the room they're in.
Coldly, he turns away from him again. ]
I have no interest.
[ He did. ]
Enjoy the sofa tonight for being foolish.
[ Off he goes again, quick to move. ]