( There's a familiar touch on his shoulder and it's enough to snap him to attention, if only for a while longer. There's still a fog around his head but if Sakamoto is talking, he's going to do his damned best to listen to every word. Nuances he would have noticed easily before are missed-- the change in expression, the shift in posture-- but he can tell something is different but it also feels the same. Just like he remembers. He can't quite put his finger on it but... he scrunches his brow together, mouth twisting thoughtfully as he tries to figure out some sort of riddle. )
Who d'ya miss? ( He can think of a few names, to be honest. Sakamoto was such a social person-- he had plenty of friends. It's hard to pick just one person, though. Who knows, maybe it's general feeling of missing everyone. ) Ya can tell me.
[He's unprepared for that question, as the alcohol makes him think, much to his chagrin. It's supposed to do the opposite. There are people he misses for no little reason at all- Men he barely knew, people he had only passed in combat- Their faces blurred but their voices oddly familiar.
Sakamoto has always been the gentle sort. Loss strikes a chord with him even if he'd like it not to. Just the same way he feels joy when he sees a smiling couple on the street, he feels sorrow when a stranger in his midst sheds a tear.
He folds his hands on the tabletop, resting his chin on warm, reddening skin.
This overwhelming feeling makes him think about many people at odd hours of the day, but there is one person he yearns to see every minute.]
Mutsu.
[Quietly, with clarification. He'll be back to his normal gusto in a minute, but he needs this.
( There isn't any confusion. Even if his nickname is the same name as another, Mutsu knows exactly who Sakamoto is talking about. At least, in a sense. )
Munemitsu-san.
( He nods. The two had been close in life and he recalls Mutsu lived for a long time after. Interesting, though, because Mutsu was only his second choice. Oryou had been his first.
For now, he doesn't say anything else, his silence being an invitation to continue. )
[He can feel it, his eyes filling with water and the air leaving his lungs. Thankfully, he keeps the tears back behind dark glasses, but this is what happens after trying to keep emotions bottled up with a tightly capped lid.
This sadness is his own fault- What has he been doing, sitting around?
( Not that there's anything wrong with that. If anything, he sounds kind of amused by it all. Of course, this Sakamoto was different so that Mutsu would be too. Does that mean the others would be different too? Those Shinsengumi guys?
Mutsu rests his head on the table top again but looks up at Sakamoto the entire time, eyes bright, a smile on his face. Like a child requesting a story, he asks curiously, )
Can ya tell me about 'em? I wanna know everything.
( His eyes widen at first until he realizes he doesn't mean it rudely. As soon as he catches on, there's a loud laugh from him and he nods and nods and nods... )
Gahaha! She sounds like ya'r type! ( Look, he knows. ) Ya better be careful around her! If ya make her mad not even a gun'll save ya.
( Sure as heck no sword will either look, even Mutsu is afraid of Sakamoto's Type, okay. )
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Who d'ya miss? ( He can think of a few names, to be honest. Sakamoto was such a social person-- he had plenty of friends. It's hard to pick just one person, though. Who knows, maybe it's general feeling of missing everyone. ) Ya can tell me.
( He's a practiced listener. )
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Sakamoto has always been the gentle sort. Loss strikes a chord with him even if he'd like it not to. Just the same way he feels joy when he sees a smiling couple on the street, he feels sorrow when a stranger in his midst sheds a tear.
He folds his hands on the tabletop, resting his chin on warm, reddening skin.
This overwhelming feeling makes him think about many people at odd hours of the day, but there is one person he yearns to see every minute.]
Mutsu.
[Quietly, with clarification. He'll be back to his normal gusto in a minute, but he needs this.
It is healthy, sometimes, to feel sad.]
Mine.
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Munemitsu-san.
( He nods. The two had been close in life and he recalls Mutsu lived for a long time after. Interesting, though, because Mutsu was only his second choice. Oryou had been his first.
For now, he doesn't say anything else, his silence being an invitation to continue. )
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This sadness is his own fault- What has he been doing, sitting around?
He needs to take action.]
No.
No last name! Just "Mutsu."
[Different.]
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( Not that there's anything wrong with that. If anything, he sounds kind of amused by it all. Of course, this Sakamoto was different so that Mutsu would be too. Does that mean the others would be different too? Those Shinsengumi guys?
Mutsu rests his head on the table top again but looks up at Sakamoto the entire time, eyes bright, a smile on his face. Like a child requesting a story, he asks curiously, )
Can ya tell me about 'em? I wanna know everything.
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[While his words are cruel, he is smiling- It's clear that she means a lot to him from the way his features lights up and how his tone lightens.]
Don't let the small body and long lashes fool you- That girl's a monster.
She can bust an entire rocket with her fist alone! And I'm not exaggeratin'. She's not made of the same stuff as me.
[She isn't from Earth.]
Still, she's sharp as a diamond, y'know? Real useful when it comes to hammerin' out deals. Ahhhh, but her tongue's pretty sharp, too.
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Gahaha! She sounds like ya'r type! ( Look, he knows. ) Ya better be careful around her! If ya make her mad not even a gun'll save ya.
( Sure as heck no sword will either look, even Mutsu is afraid of Sakamoto's Type, okay. )