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open! mostly
Who: Sakamoto and you!
When: A variety of dates/times! See the prompts.
Where: The locations are a mixed bag, too.
What: A scummy merchant goes about his life.
Rating/Warning: ...I'm sorry for everything.
a; backdated to the event, phase 1
[Sakamoto is a man who spends all his time loving, scheming, living.
Very rarely does he feel this- A violent eruption of confusion and anger, as if he’s been betrayed. Hearing her voice was enough to catch his attention, when she speaks he finds himself standing taller… But she hardly ever laughs. Everything about her presence seemed fishy, strange, but he’s gone so long having her by his side that her absence is more disconcerting. He feels himself being pished and he falls face-first into the snow. Thankfully, he’s able to prop himself up with an elbow, and after spitting out a mouthful of now melted ice, he mutters:]
You of all people should know, Mutsu.
Everyone, everything in this world… Has value!
There isn’t anything in this universe that isn’t worth somethin’.
b; backdated to January 1st
[What can he do to bring a smile to someone’s face?
This silly man has gone and wasted his money again. Sakamoto has bought as many flowers as he can carry in a variety of colors, with the intention of handing them out to any pretty strangers who happen to pass by. He’s also looking out for people who look particularly weary, tired or worn-ragged, as recent events may have left many residents in such a state.]
Congratulations! Ah, now’s the time to celebrate!
[Who is he talking to? Himself? The skies? Only he knows, really.]
It’s a new year, a new day! Party hard! You’ve done good. Wakin’ up on a holiday- It’s not easy, huh?
c; in the dead of night, closed to tenka and katsura
[Sakamoto finds himself awake in the middle of the night. Maybe his stomach was rumbling, maybe he needed to go to the bathroom! Either way, as he bumbles through Katsura’s apartment, he realizes that there’s somebody standing there. While most people would be alarmed, Sakamoto is more curious than anything else- Zura is definitely the kind of person who believes in curfews, so who could it be? A lover, perhaps? Oh! How exciting, if that’s the case! And so, he switches on the light, only to find… A young man?! And a boyish looking young man, at that! How old is he? Why, he barely looks fifteen! Sakamoto gasps, immediately using a hand to cover his face.]
Zura! Your tastes have changed.
[OIIIIII?! WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING? THAT LOSER ROOMMATE OF YOURS IS STILL INTO WIDOWS AND OLD LADIES, YOU MORON!!!]
d; this is just stupid
[Sakamoto feels something wet fall on his hand as he’s casually strolling through this virtual paradise. It feels like it came from the sky. He glances aimlessly at the white splotch on his skin, uttering nonsensical things as per usual:]
Is this sunscreen?
[And then, as if that wasn’t enough:]
Ahhhhh! So that’s why it smells funny!
e; an hour before the hotsprings close
[Sakamoto is a creature of habit. On his travels around the galaxy, he finds himself missing certain comforts of home. When he found out that there was an onsen around here, why, he had to go check it out! Usually he’d invite his friends, but today he feels the need to cleanse his body (and honestly, his dirty mind).
Surprisingly broad, well-muscled arms support him as he leans back, gazing at the sky. He hopes, desperately, that he’ll be able to spot a familiar fleet of ships. How long will it take for the Kaientai to rescue him? It’s been years since he’s had to save himself. What he doesn’t realize is that… His absent-minded nature has resulted in him neglecting the signs altogether. He’s in the wrong bath. This is the women’s section. That and, as one hand reaches out to grasp something he thought was closeby-]
Oh? That’s funny!
Where’d my towel go?
When: A variety of dates/times! See the prompts.
Where: The locations are a mixed bag, too.
What: A scummy merchant goes about his life.
Rating/Warning: ...I'm sorry for everything.
a; backdated to the event, phase 1
[Sakamoto is a man who spends all his time loving, scheming, living.
Very rarely does he feel this- A violent eruption of confusion and anger, as if he’s been betrayed. Hearing her voice was enough to catch his attention, when she speaks he finds himself standing taller… But she hardly ever laughs. Everything about her presence seemed fishy, strange, but he’s gone so long having her by his side that her absence is more disconcerting. He feels himself being pished and he falls face-first into the snow. Thankfully, he’s able to prop himself up with an elbow, and after spitting out a mouthful of now melted ice, he mutters:]
You of all people should know, Mutsu.
Everyone, everything in this world… Has value!
There isn’t anything in this universe that isn’t worth somethin’.
b; backdated to January 1st
[What can he do to bring a smile to someone’s face?
This silly man has gone and wasted his money again. Sakamoto has bought as many flowers as he can carry in a variety of colors, with the intention of handing them out to any pretty strangers who happen to pass by. He’s also looking out for people who look particularly weary, tired or worn-ragged, as recent events may have left many residents in such a state.]
Congratulations! Ah, now’s the time to celebrate!
[Who is he talking to? Himself? The skies? Only he knows, really.]
It’s a new year, a new day! Party hard! You’ve done good. Wakin’ up on a holiday- It’s not easy, huh?
c; in the dead of night, closed to tenka and katsura
[Sakamoto finds himself awake in the middle of the night. Maybe his stomach was rumbling, maybe he needed to go to the bathroom! Either way, as he bumbles through Katsura’s apartment, he realizes that there’s somebody standing there. While most people would be alarmed, Sakamoto is more curious than anything else- Zura is definitely the kind of person who believes in curfews, so who could it be? A lover, perhaps? Oh! How exciting, if that’s the case! And so, he switches on the light, only to find… A young man?! And a boyish looking young man, at that! How old is he? Why, he barely looks fifteen! Sakamoto gasps, immediately using a hand to cover his face.]
Zura! Your tastes have changed.
[OIIIIII?! WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING? THAT LOSER ROOMMATE OF YOURS IS STILL INTO WIDOWS AND OLD LADIES, YOU MORON!!!]
d; this is just stupid
[Sakamoto feels something wet fall on his hand as he’s casually strolling through this virtual paradise. It feels like it came from the sky. He glances aimlessly at the white splotch on his skin, uttering nonsensical things as per usual:]
Is this sunscreen?
[And then, as if that wasn’t enough:]
Ahhhhh! So that’s why it smells funny!
e; an hour before the hotsprings close
[Sakamoto is a creature of habit. On his travels around the galaxy, he finds himself missing certain comforts of home. When he found out that there was an onsen around here, why, he had to go check it out! Usually he’d invite his friends, but today he feels the need to cleanse his body (and honestly, his dirty mind).
Surprisingly broad, well-muscled arms support him as he leans back, gazing at the sky. He hopes, desperately, that he’ll be able to spot a familiar fleet of ships. How long will it take for the Kaientai to rescue him? It’s been years since he’s had to save himself. What he doesn’t realize is that… His absent-minded nature has resulted in him neglecting the signs altogether. He’s in the wrong bath. This is the women’s section. That and, as one hand reaches out to grasp something he thought was closeby-]
Oh? That’s funny!
Where’d my towel go?
b ofc.......
Seriously... Who let him out? Why is this man allowed to roam this world freely? He's pretty sure in some worlds, this is illegal.
He looks at him for a good, long moment before he pulls his pipe from his mouth...
...and blows smoke in his face.
Look, he has better things to do.]
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O-oh! It's you! Your kimono is kinda girly-looking, so I thought...
[god damn it]
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[Plain and simple. Straightforward. No room for misinterpretation. He continues—]
You're surprisingly conscious for the new year, Tatsuma. Shouldn't you be passed out somewhere?
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[Sakamoto shrugs.]
I'd have invited ya, but you aren't the type of guy who's any fun at parties.
[Or at least, he didn't used to be.]
Besides, you're that kinda person! Who hates people. Don't big crowds bother you?
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[There's a smile creeping into his voice—he doesn't seem bothered by what Sakamoto says, nor does he even seem remotely hurt by the notion of being left out. Why should he? After all, he's not really wrong. If he'd been invited, he probably wouldn't even have showed up.
It's the sort of smile that's mostly just unsettling, honestly.]
Fortunately for you, it worked out for the best. Without other obligations, I can focus on doing something a little more relevant.
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Of course, she didn't know why she choose this day out of all days to go after her but...]
Uh...what are you talking about? [Said the princess as she stood right behind him wondering what he was doing]
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Who, me?
[His face may be bruised, but he's still smilin'.]
Someone said that I always spend my time searchin' for worthless things, or something stupid like that.
They're totally wrong! I'm a merchant, a merchant! There's no such thing as a useless person. That kind of thinkin' is what's useless.
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Well, I agree with you! Whoever said that is wrong, there is no such thing as a useless person! And besides, it's really not going to get you anywhere if you keep thinking like that anyway.
[While she gave a pause, it was clear something else was on her mind. As she opened her mouth, she quickly closed it back.]
...At least that's what I think.
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Speakin' of getting places...
[He eyes the piles of snow in front of them.]
How the hell are we gonna get back?
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Yeah, she got nothing.]
Uh...well, I don't think it would be too hard! I mean, we just got to follow our footsteps and we'll be fine!
[A beat]
...Right?
c
Tenka was on his way back from work and realized that Katsura wanted a gift about a week ago or something, right? And there was a new shipment of sake so.... So why not? Don't ask how he managed to get in, it was probably some stroke of luck that only Tenka could manage, but he was really planning on just leaving the sake there and disappearing into the night a little bit like Batman.
Uh.]
Hey.... What are the chances I can convince you that you're dreaming right now?
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[No. That's definitely a no.]
Then again, Zura's preferences have always been strange.
[He finally addresses Tenka (somewhat) properly:]
Liiiiisten, kid! If you're here to earn money, there's a better way to do it! This one spends it all on soba and kitty litter.
[He gestures half-heartedly towards the bedroom, where Zura is sleeping.]
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Did you just... call me a kid?
[--at least he's not blind?]
Alright, bozo, head back to bed. I didn't mean to stick around here anyway.
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You're trying to rope me into this?! Oi, oi!
I don't have any money. I spent it all on beer yesterday. Besides, I dunno how Zura feels about threesomes...
[SAKAMOTO????]
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i thought i tagged this already I AM THE WORST FORGIVE ME
NO WORRIES
b......
but to be completely honest, she's mostly glad he's got pants on this time. she presses down on her bike's kickstand, leaning back on her seat as she takes out her device and types out a message for him: ]
Happy new year to you as well.
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[He casts a glance over his shoulder at the mysterious woman.]
It's just the gal I was lookin' for.
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How can I help you?
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[He can't see her eyes, but he's the same, isn't he?
Wearing a mask of some sort.]
I've got a whole bunch.
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She hooks an arm around Sakamoto's shoulders, her free hand on a bare hip. ]
That's right! [ One slender finger on the hand attached to the arm around Sakamoto goes UP! ] Even a turd pile has value!
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[That's the spirit!]
It makes such great fertilizer!
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Right!? And it's hilarious to watch people's faces when you fling it at them!
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[His left eye twitches.]
Wouldn't it be better to put that stuff to a more... Ah, productive use? You can't grow things on people's faces.
[He means crops...]
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[....Falling first face into the snow and mumbling something. Maya peers over, offering this helpful commentary:
...Who the heck is Mutsu?
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A demon from hell.
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[Wow, rude. She was going to help him up and everything]
I'm more like an angel, sweeping to your rescue!