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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?
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Hahh.
[ They're both embarrassing— practically saying the same thing. It does make his face tint lightly, but he just laughs. ]
Fu haha! As you shouldn't. I'm really good at UNO. I'm quick. I've had plenty of experience. Everyone wants to play with me.
[ he's naive at his words.... ]
Hmph.
I'll join you. We should try what you brought here all together before you head out.
.. Thank you.
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-- but he's overall a pretty easy-going guy. So he snorts faintly and rubs the back of his neck.]
Alright, alright. I'll stick around a bit longer if you really want.... Though even I'll admit it's kinda late - I hate a closing shift tonight.
[which explains why he's here so late, probably]
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[Sakamoto raises a brow at Tenka.]
Would you prefer I send ya flowers?
[He sighs, settling into place. Zura's enthusiasm for this game might seem strange to some, but Sakamoto understands. Uno was something that would bring them together on the worst of nights, when everyone was sick of grieving.
Sakamoto loved the way his friends faces would light up, and while arguments would often break out during their heated matches, the yelling made him feel relieved. Fighting a war numbs you to the core, strips you of everything, every positive emotion you've ever felt. To keep the negative from getting to you, you stifle the good stuff too.
There's nothing good about war, though- At least, from his perspective.]
Where do you work, kiddo?
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[ what is this now.
Anyhow, he's pretty pleased that Sakamoto has met Tenka— he didn't think it would happen this way? But here we are. He didn't even think that Tenka would get him a present. All sorts of surprises tonight.
Anyway, he's going to look at the gift he was given, looking at it before heading to the kitchen to get some glasses. His kitten is perched on his shoulder, so he carries a conversation with her: ]
Larry-chan, this isn't for you. You're too young, but I will get you some warm milk.
[ don't mind him. ]
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[Sakamoto scoffs at that, although there's nothing demeaning behind the gesture.
Reaching for a deck of cards, he thinks to himself- Zura's constantly on the run from various government agencies. Has he ever really had the time to well, y'know...
Stop and smell the flowers? They would look nice in his hair.]
How 'bout I wine and dine ya first.
i thought i tagged this already I AM THE WORST FORGIVE ME
[That's what that look is for, Sakamoto. Still though Tenka's just shaking his head as he then proceeds to settle himself at the table that he left the bottle of sake on. Then he calls to Katsura since he's headed to the kitchen:]
Grab some sake cups, Katsura-kun? I assumed you had some already.
[But then he turns to Sakamoto and raises a brow.]
Hey, what's your name anyway, rude guy?
NO WORRIES
Sakamoto! Don't suggest something like that.
[ some shuffling ]
Flowers and playing LIFE with me is good enough.
[ shuffle shuffle. And he'll emerge out with filled cups for each of them, handing them one. ]
We can go to the table.
[ he'll turn around and head back to the kitchen table! ]