[Those words hit him hard, harder than they should, but perhaps its because he's never heard them before.
Sakamoto turns an even darker shade of red, and for once he finds himself feeling too bashful to speak, because there's something wonderful about being needed in whatever way Zura is implying (romantically, it seems). Sakamoto timidly reaches out to grasp the hand that prodded him in the chest and holds it tightly before hiding his face in the knuckles.
[ Sakamoto is so cute. So, so cute. These were mannerisms were things Katsura had never seen until they started dating, and honestly, he feels like he's missed something wonderful all of these years. His smile only grows as he feels his face bury into his own rough knuckles as he stands there in silence, taking in how hot his skin feels against his own.
Something occurs to him, like he cannot believe somebody this kind is somebody he calls his own.
In a soft voice, he breaks the silence: ]
Come, now. Let me get your chest. [ He'll attempt to pull his hand away. ]
[Still blushing, Sakamoto shyly lets his hand be tugged by Zura's, looking bashful all the while. What a strange thing, seeing someone usually so bold act so timid. He lowers his shoulders in a pitiful attempt to bare his chest, smile turning crooked, leaning sideways.
This must all look very funny, a grown man with broad shoulders and well-defined pectorals grinning idiotically like a schoolboy, despite his body seeming mature.]
[ Katsura laughs lightly. It's a very genuine and soft laugh— kind of odd for him. Usually he was pretty loud when he laughed and something almost seemed.. sinister about his kind of laugh. But this is warm and sweet.
He adores him. Especially when he is like this— looking so happy and pleasant. Seeing him smile only made Katsura smile without even realizing it.
He suds up his hand and washes up Sakamoto's chest, appreciating the feeling of fuzz beneath his fingers again. His hand travels downwards until it's completely underwater and he rubs Tatsuma's tummy once more partially to make sure it's clean and partially just because he wanted to. His hand lifts up to gently wash off his chest, then Zura goes to Sakamoto's arms.
Sakamoto will probably feel him apply a little more pressure here. He likes your arms a lot. ]
Ah, are you feeling better now? [ He'll ask as he finishes up his arms by rinsing. ]
As the impurities of a person's skin are washed away— that is the future I saw back home. [ But he guesses it'll never actually be that way. A little sad to be reminded you can't return to your dream. ]
[ Oh.. Well, at first, Zura thinks "good riddance" (I'm sorry, he still thinks it's an ex girlfriend.) But, he's careful to note the sad noise in his throat and the sorrowful expression he allows to cross his face for a moment.
Whatever happened wasn't good. Whoever she was meant a lot. Sakamoto is sad. This isn't good?
Katsura shifts, leaning down and wrapping his arms around Sakamoto, getting his sleeves wet carelessly. It's an awkward footing for him, but he's hugging him, resting his cheek on the very top of his head.
Quietly: ]
Ah... I love talking to you. [ read: I'll talk to you as long as I need to. ]
You have a pleasant voice. [ read: I won't stop listening to you. ]
[He practically shrieks those two syllables (or whatever they are in Japanese), awkwardly returning that very cute embrace by clasping Zura's wet hands.]
I like yours, too.
S-s-sometimes... When, ya mumble 'n stuff at night...
[Look at how red he's turning.]
I... Mmmmmm...
[Sakamoto is humming far too loudly because he's nervous, because he feels too shy to keep talking! Wow, it seems as though Zura has discovered the way perfect way to shut him up.]
Oh? [ Unlike Sakamoto, Zura isn't really embarrassed about giving him all of this affection. ] Do I talk in my sleep, Sakamoto? I hope you don't pass on anything I say. It's confidential. [ like blowing up the government, etc, prob...
Suddenly, Katsura pulls back and stands there, smiling warmly down at him. ]
Feel better so you may get closer to me again. [ the real reason he broke off the hug.. ur sick cooties. And then, he's turning.. turning to leave? Are you going to allow that? ]
Katsura puts his back to Sakamoto as he dries off his hands on a nearby towel and also blotches it over other areas of his body that got wet from the soapy water. ]
I have things to do. [ like try to take over the ship while you're sick.. not gonna happen but the idea has popped in his head. ]
You need to bathe the other parts of your body promptly. If you stay in the water long, you will wrinkle up like a prune. Get between your toes and behind your ears.. and your b*lls. Please wash them well— all of these parts are vitally important to clean. [ He puts the towel on the sink and makes his way out, pausing as he stands halfway in the bathroom and halfway out. ]
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Sakamoto turns an even darker shade of red, and for once he finds himself feeling too bashful to speak, because there's something wonderful about being needed in whatever way Zura is implying (romantically, it seems). Sakamoto timidly reaches out to grasp the hand that prodded him in the chest and holds it tightly before hiding his face in the knuckles.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥]
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His smile only grows as he feels his face bury into his own rough knuckles as he stands there in silence, taking in how hot his skin feels against his own.
Something occurs to him, like he cannot believe somebody this kind is somebody he calls his own.
In a soft voice, he breaks the silence: ]
Come, now. Let me get your chest.
[ He'll attempt to pull his hand away. ]
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This must all look very funny, a grown man with broad shoulders and well-defined pectorals grinning idiotically like a schoolboy, despite his body seeming mature.]
Okay. Okay!
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But this is warm and sweet.
He adores him. Especially when he is like this— looking so happy and pleasant. Seeing him smile only made Katsura smile without even realizing it.
He suds up his hand and washes up Sakamoto's chest, appreciating the feeling of fuzz beneath his fingers again. His hand travels downwards until it's completely underwater and he rubs Tatsuma's tummy once more partially to make sure it's clean and partially just because he wanted to.
His hand lifts up to gently wash off his chest, then Zura goes to Sakamoto's arms.
Sakamoto will probably feel him apply a little more pressure here.
He likes your arms a lot. ]
Ah, are you feeling better now?
[ He'll ask as he finishes up his arms by rinsing. ]
As the impurities of a person's skin are washed away— that is the future I saw back home.
[ But he guesses it'll never actually be that way. A little sad to be reminded you can't return to your dream. ]
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BUT I LOVE MY MOTHER!!!!!"]
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Does that mean- If Zura and I have ****ed-"]
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Motherfucker.
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—I'm sorry?
[ say that again... go for it.. ]
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You-
[Why, just now, does he feel so sad?
He should be happy, and he is, but there's a mix of something else.]
You remind me of somebody. That's it! That's all.
[Longing and sadness.
He doesn't have a right, to be so miserable, to feel so blue. Not when someone is treating him kindly like this.]
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[ Katsura pulls back and cups his chin. ]
Ah, so somebody who is trying to copy and over-lap me...
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Is it Colonel S*nders?
[ why.... ]
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No. Ahaha~!
Not even close. ♥
[What should he say?
"I loved her?"
Zura would definitely get the wrong idea then.]
What's the matter? Ya jealous?
[He's grinning now, because he loves playing this game.]
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Katsura leans down, his hands planting on the bathtub. The tone of his voice sounds defensive: ]
Ah, hah. I see, I see. Somebody who cooks for you, and bathes you when you are sick..
Are you certain it is not Colonel S*nders?
She could not have been prettier and more successful than me.
[ Zura, it's not a past lover. Don't get jealous. ]
List off her charm points.
I will be the one to judge which one of us is more superior.
[ ?? ]
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[Sakamoto's teasing.
Is it a sin to make your mom sound like an ex-girlfriend? Yes, maybe, probably. All of the above.]
Ohhhkay, okay! Charm points, ah-
[He whistles, putting his hands behind his head, almost as if he's boasting about something.]
Good hands, nice hair! Nice eyes.
[His look very similar. Although it started out as a joke, his voice grows softer and more fond as he continues.]
Great cook, hard workin'. Thoughtful...
Tireless.
[That's nowhere near the end of the list, but he does give pause, because he remembers and it hurts just a little bit.]
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Colonel Sandersabout a past lover.His expression twists slightly. ]
Hmph.
I have all of those things.
You should have told me about her. Does she still talk to you?
[ will he have to monitor you now? ]
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[A sad sound leaves his throat.
It was supposed to be a laugh.]
We don't talk anymore.
You don't gotta worry about it.
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Well, at first, Zura thinks "good riddance" (I'm sorry, he still thinks it's an ex girlfriend.)
But, he's careful to note the sad noise in his throat and the sorrowful expression he allows to cross his face for a moment.
Whatever happened wasn't good. Whoever she was meant a lot.
Sakamoto is sad. This isn't good?
Katsura shifts, leaning down and wrapping his arms around Sakamoto, getting his sleeves wet carelessly. It's an awkward footing for him, but he's hugging him, resting his cheek on the very top of his head.
Quietly: ]
Ah...
I love talking to you.
[ read: I'll talk to you as long as I need to. ]
You have a pleasant voice.
[ read: I won't stop listening to you. ]
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If Zura continues at this rate, Sakamoto's going to spontaneously combust.]
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[He practically shrieks those two syllables (or whatever they are in Japanese), awkwardly returning that very cute embrace by clasping Zura's wet hands.]
I like yours, too.
S-s-sometimes... When, ya mumble 'n stuff at night...
[Look at how red he's turning.]
I... Mmmmmm...
[Sakamoto is humming far too loudly because he's nervous, because he feels too shy to keep talking! Wow, it seems as though Zura has discovered the way perfect way to shut him up.]
I get real close just so I can listen.
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[ Unlike Sakamoto, Zura isn't really embarrassed about giving him all of this affection. ]
Do I talk in my sleep, Sakamoto? I hope you don't pass on anything I say. It's confidential.
[ like blowing up the government, etc, prob...
Suddenly, Katsura pulls back and stands there, smiling warmly down at him. ]
Feel better so you may get closer to me again.
[ the real reason he broke off the hug.. ur sick cooties.
And then, he's turning.. turning to leave? Are you going to allow that? ]
srry for the part replies 1/2
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You're leaving?
Already?
[at least give him sum time 2 say somethin sappy as a gudbye u loser]
1.2 here's mine
Katsura puts his back to Sakamoto as he dries off his hands on a nearby towel and also blotches it over other areas of his body that got wet from the soapy water. ]
I have things to do.
[ like try to take over the ship while you're sick..
not gonna happen but the idea has popped in his head. ]
You need to bathe the other parts of your body promptly. If you stay in the water long, you will wrinkle up like a prune. Get between your toes and behind your ears.. and your b*lls. Please wash them well— all of these parts are vitally important to clean.
[ He puts the towel on the sink and makes his way out, pausing as he stands halfway in the bathroom and halfway out. ]
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