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OPEN (enjoying some peace and quiet)
Who: Sakamoto Tatsuma and you!
When: 1/26 IC
Where: A convenience store.
What: Sakamoto enjoys shopping without having to wait in line! This takes place during the time of the event.
Rating/Warning: Sakamoto probably comes with a PG-13 rating. Apologies!
a; closed to takasugi
[Sakamoto wanders his way into the convenience store, humming as he does so. The lack of people everywhere is eerie, to say the least, but it doesn’t bother him. An optimist even at the worst of times, he decides to appreciate the sudden quiet of the town, as everyone appears to be preoccupied with the tours going on.
He’s not too keen on barging in like that- While there is safety in numbers, Sakamoto isn’t one to leap into the fray without warning. Truthfully, he had considered it, but his methods are different. He’ll keep quiet and let the heroes do the fighting, all the dangerous stuff, and then negotiate when he has more information, more bargaining power.
But for now, he’ll delight himself at the empty- Oh, wait a minute, there’s someone else here. Sakamoto sniffs the air, drawing a hand to his chest, as if he’s offended.]
I thought I smelled garbage.
b; open to anyone!
[Sakamoto dilly-dallies as he saunters through the aisles. He casually glances as the cash register- Where are the employees? Well, since nobody’s looking… He idly picks up what appears to be a can of something, although he’s not too bothered with the contents. Swiftly, he turns his head in the opposite direction, stuffing the can down one side of his kimono. As a result, this side of his chest seems to droop with the weight and shape of the thing.
Ah- It would appear that he’s been caught.]
What? They’ve always been uneven.
When: 1/26 IC
Where: A convenience store.
What: Sakamoto enjoys shopping without having to wait in line! This takes place during the time of the event.
Rating/Warning: Sakamoto probably comes with a PG-13 rating. Apologies!
a; closed to takasugi
[Sakamoto wanders his way into the convenience store, humming as he does so. The lack of people everywhere is eerie, to say the least, but it doesn’t bother him. An optimist even at the worst of times, he decides to appreciate the sudden quiet of the town, as everyone appears to be preoccupied with the tours going on.
He’s not too keen on barging in like that- While there is safety in numbers, Sakamoto isn’t one to leap into the fray without warning. Truthfully, he had considered it, but his methods are different. He’ll keep quiet and let the heroes do the fighting, all the dangerous stuff, and then negotiate when he has more information, more bargaining power.
But for now, he’ll delight himself at the empty- Oh, wait a minute, there’s someone else here. Sakamoto sniffs the air, drawing a hand to his chest, as if he’s offended.]
I thought I smelled garbage.
b; open to anyone!
[Sakamoto dilly-dallies as he saunters through the aisles. He casually glances as the cash register- Where are the employees? Well, since nobody’s looking… He idly picks up what appears to be a can of something, although he’s not too bothered with the contents. Swiftly, he turns his head in the opposite direction, stuffing the can down one side of his kimono. As a result, this side of his chest seems to droop with the weight and shape of the thing.
Ah- It would appear that he’s been caught.]
What? They’ve always been uneven.

b
Are you sure about that? I would recommend having a doctor examine it. [He says that in a very airy tone. His voice may sound a bit similar to that of one Shinsuke Takasugi, yet his hair flows like that of a Katsura.] It could prove to be cancerous.
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Ah, is it a cancer? Or merely an oversized heart!
[The can drifts further downward, causing that side of his shirt to sag.]
L-look how proudly it's beating!
[It looks more like it's falling out...]
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An oversized heart sounds considerably more severe. At the rate it seems to be growing out of your body, I would estimate that you have but moments to live...
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I'm strong you know. Very strong! I've survived heartbreak.
[Has he though, for real...]
Do you know how long it takes to put one of those back together?
[st...op... ur jokes]
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b!!
Celty said he promised not to do bad things anymore?! SAKAMOTO??]
...Sakamoto...
Re: b!!
Sakamoto reluctantly pulls the can out of his shirt and puts it back on the shelf.]
Ohhhhhh! Wouldja look at that!
[He throws his hands up in the air, sweating nervously.]
A breast reduction!
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She watches him sternly, and then sighs hopelessly.]
Ah, a miracle. [That was rather deadpan.] I am relieved a certain someone isn't here to see this!
[He could bribe her.]
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[He wraps his arms around himself, clearly having a fun time imagining this.]
Pulling a heist with that beautiful woman! Why, with that helmet of hers? She'd be the perfect cat burglar.
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b
Y-Y-you sho-shouldn't st-steal.
[ instant regret at speaking up ]
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[He waves off-handedly.]
If nobody else sees it!
[You've just been spotted...]
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[ He's trying really hard here, please just put it back. ]
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[Sakamoto presses a palm to his chest, although it clanks against the stolen item. Clearly, he's not hiding anything very well.]
Really? You must be seeing things.
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b......
boys will be boys, etc. ]
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With one hand, he tugs at the tuft of fabric that had been supporting the metal can, revealing the object and a significant amount of skin.]
1/3
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She's very cute when she gets flustered.]
Oh my god! You should see your face.
[He belts out a laugh.]
Don't worry, don't worry! I'm just makin' fun of ya. Even I've got standards! I wouldn't just do it in a supermarket.
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He holds back a sigh.]
You're still here? How troublesome.
[Why haven't they deleted you yet?]
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Troubles- Are you calling me troublesome? Do you even know who you are?!
[The main antagonist of the series...]
The most troublesome thing in this place is you! You're trouble, big trouble!
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[He smiles that usual smile of his, a smile that's nowhere near pleasant.]
I haven't done a single troublesome thing here.
[That is entirely debatable!]
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b
That seems like it could get a bit inconvenient, having it drooping down like that. Doesn't it get in the way?
[What a brat.]
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If I give you a peepshow, will you leave?
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You know, I'm not sure that it's appropriate to say that to complete strangers. [He taps his lips in mock contemplation.] I am an enforcer of law at home, but I suppose I really have no right to act like that here, huh? I don't even know all the laws here.
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b
If you're gonna do stuff like that, you gotta try a bit harder.
[ It's so good that he's not a teacher in this world, or he would have had to give him a scolding or something equally troublesome. ]