[ As angry as Tear was over being removed from her time and planet, she wasn't about to refuse a mission to help people. Even if it was a mission to slay tiny and extremely dangerous dragons that happen to be kind of cute, but also threatening an entire town of probably innocent civilians.
Not to mention the obliging, and willingly working as instructed might hasten her eventual return to Auldrant.
So there she is, about to navigate some dark and winding caves with a stranger. A stranger who doesn't seem entirely serious about the mission to find the source of the Wyrmlings. At least, that's her initial impression. ]
Are you going to be okay? If you feel more comfortable I can handle any fights we may encounter.
[Sakamoto, on the other hand, has found himself wrought with a particularly heinous of the stomach flu at the worst of times. Instead of facing danger head-on, he turns his back to it, and takes his time to crouch down and hurl into the nearest patch of bushes.]
I'll be alright, okay! Amazing! Superb!
[He says this as his shoulders shake, and as he wipes something vile from his lips.]
[Sakamoto whimpers in response. Why can't he stop puking? Everything going on in his stomach right now just feels so damn foul. It's making him lie to a well-meaning young girl!]
D-d-don't come any closer.
[This for her own good! So she doesn't get vomit in her hair!]
That's sexual harassment.
[STOP PRETENDING THAT YOU'rE STILL PEEING, ANYBODY WHO PISSES FOR THAT LONG SHOULD REALLY GO SEE A DOCTOR!!!!!]
[Sakamoto should be excited for this, and he is, but...!
For some reason, he's very, very nervous. The woman he's supposed to meet tonight is lovely, clad in purple and gold with a short haircut, but it's been a while since he's had the time for a relatively normal date. And while she may have looked human, smiling sweetly at him as they locked eyes earlier that day, she didn't speak a word of his native tongue. Thankfully, he had picked up bits and pieces of this world's language, although he definitely bumbled through it in his attempt to strike up a conversation with her.
And now, he approaches a person who he believes to be her, sweating profusely as he taps "her" on the shoulder.]
H-hello.
[...And then reaches out to (shyly) fondle a breast.]
Ah. That's funny.
[HE JUST GRIPS HARDER, moving his hands around as though he's searching for loose change-]
[When Takasugi stepped foot onto this foreign planet, he felt a twinge of excitement pull his lips into a pointed smirk. A meeting between a local violent smuggling ring and the Harusame, given his presence, was guaranteed to create a stir. Winds of conflict would arise, and a once mighty force would crumble to dirt.
Dust rose in plumes under his sandals. Nothing about the samurai's body language spoke of caution - enough of that was taken in simply carrying the weapon at his side. As for the other party, they showed their hand by requiring a three messenger system to lead him to the designated rotting shack selected for their politics.
Too much care taken betrayed just how nervous they were - the first mistake. The second, each man in the communication line was a potential breach in secrecy. Takasugi already knew his destination, but for now he'd walk the path they'd set forth for him.
No reason to cause a commotion yet.
Though, perhaps the anxiety of having their riches robbed and their throats slit had driven these smugglers to believe otherwise.
Breath heavy behind him, footsteps heavy and hesitant with nerves. A weak attempt at assassination. Takasugi would have been insulted, if not for being unable to rise from boredom. He didn't bother to turn his head.
The 'shy' voice cracked the air with it's volume and Takasugi's fingertips twitched. This wasn't a boring attack - it was an annoying one.
Overwhelmingly so. A hand slid over his yukata and grabbed at his chest, rough fingers groping firmly for...what was it? Coins? Tobacco? Anything Sakamoto could bet - and lose. But before he got the chance to part with such finery he'd be separating from something else.
Takasugi rolled his sword at his side, twisting the blade to face towards himself. A quick draw at a deliberate angle would run the edge through any dirty flesh and bone that lingered just a second too long.]
I hear they run quite the lucrative organ trade here...
[Sakamoto can't see to do anything quietly, much less scream, which is what he's doing right now. Much to even his own surprise, he manages to avoid that blow in the knick of time, saving his precious, horny fingers.]
What was that for?!
On this planet, that's how they say hello!
[Maybe he's trying to cover his ass, maybe it's the truth! Who knows.]
[The man who owns the voice will be a boner killer too - quite literally - if he feels anything like that. Best be careful.
Takasugi keened his head to the side, a useless reflex attempting to avoid an earache. He might have put his sword away after his initial warning missed it's mark, but Sakamoto's insistence that his display was some sort of manners had the blade twisting to glint in the evening light.]
Is it? [Takasugi's smirk spread in anger.]
Show me how they say goodbye. [Leave, before you get mixed up in his business and ruin his plan by somehow improving relations.]
[At what appears to be the crack of dawn, a strange, awfully suspicious looking character is sitting beside a public pool with a fishing rod in hand. From the marks on his face, cheeks, and forehead, it seems as though he's suffered several serious blows to the noggin.]
[Momotarou is up early for a swim. Gotta practice to be the VERY BEST!!! and all!!
He's so focused on beating his own record and swimming as fast as possible that he doesn't notice anyone else around. After all, it's really early; who else would be up this early?
Oh yeah, other swimmers. But he didn't SEE anyone swimming so clearly there must not BE anyone else!! This is why he chose this time of day to do this, after all. IT WAS LIKE HE OWNED THE POOL!
Or at least it usually was like he owned the pool... until right now where it was like someone OWNED HIM?!]
WABBBSLLLAAAGHHHH!!!
[How many times has Rin told him not to talk while swimming and he STILL does it?!]
WHAABB BLLAGGHHH GGGUUBBBLLLGG!!!
[HELP HIS SPEEDO GOT CAUGHT AND HE CAN'T ~FREE~ HIMSELF!
He is really confused and outraged by this sudden ??? RISING????!!!! LEVITATION?? IS HE THE NEW GOD OF THE POOL?
[Immediately, however, the look on his face turns to one of extreme concern. Nevermind that his fishing hook has potentially pierced this fish's manhood, there are more pressing matters on this space merchant's mind.]
[Sakamoto is no stranger to intergalactic health clinics, as he does get sick relatively often. Humans don't travel past the milky way all that frequently, so perhaps he's out of luck. Still, he's an optimist through and through, and there's at least a small chance that someone in this place will be able to help him.
The hospital gown is chilly, as it's made of thin material and open in the back, so he shivers once or twice before wrapping his own arms around his body as he waits for whatever medical professional the place is willing to send. He hears the clacking of heels and the creak of the door as it opens, and begins to speak immediately.]
[ Traveling the stars, searching for Atomsk brought many adventures for her. Though, she could only travel so much before wanting to settle down on a planet to investigate and find the perfect skull to whack with her guitar. Those belonging to young teenagers were the best target, but those of adults who still had time to mature were also acceptable.
She found a way to gain the trust of strangers to allow herself to get close enough to break out into seemingly useless violence.. and that was by posing as a nurse. Don't ask how she did it— she's a Space Patrol Officer and knows the law, therefore, she knows how to manipulate it.
Here she is, in this kind of attire with her clip board in hand. A particular steel bracelet was seen around her wrist. As she enters the room for her next victim, I mean, patient, she pulls an apathetic expression on her face. ]
Ah. I have seen your symptoms here on my clipboard.. [ squinting ]
Sakamoto-san. [ She sees he's from Japan. What a wonderful place that she almost destroyed ]
Discoloration of the anus. This could be very bad news for somebody of your species, Sakamoto-san. I will need to get a closer look. Do you mind placing your back end higher in the air and clenching?
[One of his greatest strengths and greatest weaknesses is trusting people easily, and while this quality has won him many friendships, it's also gotten him into a lot of trouble.
Without hesitation, he stands up with his back to her, tugging the pale white fabric off his shoulders so that it soon falls to the floor.]
Actually, it's not just the discoloration of my anus...
[She will notice that, while the rest of his body appears to be in perfectly normal shape-]
But my entire ass.
[Indeed, that round apple bottom is a strange color. In fact, its multiple colors. It's actually rainbow.]
[ the thing is, she lied when she told her commander that she knew how to pilot an airship. the truth is, she'd skipped the mandatory airship training that all ba'al busters were supposed to do after orientation. she figured it'd be a waste of time, since she had always preferred front line combat and it's better to leave the finer details to those who were actually interested in it. but now, as she finds herself hurtling directly for a strange looking aircraft, she regrets everything.
she's out of fuel and the engine is shot, the only thing left to do is to brace for impact. she can only hope that the crew of whatever ship she's about to damage will at least be somewhat sympathetic, which is the last thing she thinks about before everything goes dark. ]
The air in the cabin feels thick, but that's not because the hull is punctured, to his relief. There's a small fire that many of the members are frantically attempting to put out, and something that looks like...
Another spaceship?
Sakamoto steps closer to examine the make of the craft, because an "accident" like this one could be mean bad things for the company. Attackers, or even being caught in the midst of some intergalactic crossfire could bode poorly for this rag-tag band of merchants.]
Oh no.
[One would guess, by the sheer look of horror on his face, that he's actually concerned about the body in the midst of this little disaster-]
Tonight, he happens to be vomiting into the nearest urinal while another man is relieving himself nearby. It feels as though all of Sakamoto's vital organs have already left his body, which shakes each time he heaves. He's so sick, he wobbles from side to side as he wipes mouth and moves sideways just slightly enough to catch a glimpse of something he really shouldn't start talking about.]
It's so big....!
[Alcohol does a lot of damage to the brain, and well... This man has suffered from a lot of brain damage.]
[He had chosen to ignore the sight of the heaving man next to him, curling his lip up with an expression of disgust. Some drunk trying to recover from some exciting night, presumably. Keats aims to make this quick, but suddenly, the man is saying something about how large something is? Something...]
[Oh. Oh.]
[Keats' cheeks immediately darken as he moves to try to put his member back into his pants out of sheer embarrassment.]
Excuse me? What...what are you looking at it, for?!
[How it ended didn't matter, but it's over nonetheless.
The last thing he remembers is being surrounded by the people he loved, losing consciousness on a vessel that had carried him for more than forty years, and being proud that he had made such a big difference. The Kaientai was off to a great start, even though the life of the person who started it was finally over.
Surprisingly, he looks no different as when she'd last seen him. This is a manifestation of his soul and not of his body, and so he stands tall with a pair of sunglasses that sit crookedly on his nose, tilting downwards as he gets a look at her. He laughs despite everything that's happened, despite feeling a little sad, because even if he happens to be dead, he's gotten the chance to meet someone new (or so he thinks).
[ it happens while she's on the road, hurtling down a highway on her way home, when there's that same sensation again. the familiar pulse deep within -- the timeless, ageless, chilled feeling that swirls in her chest before she blinks out of existence.
she opens her eyes. her helmet is gone and her hair falls gently around her shoulders to frame her face. she blinks away the sunspots that fill her vision, and she's not prepared when she sees who it is this time.
there's an almost painful surge of emotion that hits her all at once and she registers a few things in that moment: he doesn't remember her, he's dead, she still loves him. it hurts more than she thought it would, a piercing pain that seizes her chest, and she works to take a deeper breath, to steady herself. this is better, she thinks. this way, he won't have any regrets. she swallows down the old ache, more poignant now that it's sakamoto standing before her. it's almost a little funny that she'd be the one to see him last.
dullahans don't feel anything, they don't get involved more than guiding the dead to peace, but this is different. celty is different. she smiles, a small, sad thing. ]
My name is Celty. [ her voice is more even than she thought it would be, with the same accented lilt. she turns halfway to the softly lit path ahead of them. ] Shall we, Sakamoto Tatsuma?
[There's something in the way she looks at him, a man could easily earn a degree in human psychology from what he's learned over the course of his entire life, that's sad. Maybe it's pity.
He is dead after all.]
Uh... So! Celty-san?
[Doubt nibbles at his fingers and his toes, they stiffen along with his shoulders, despite the smile that he has on his face. Sakamoto is a kind man, with the desire to do good, but his ways have been fair from saintly. He should be proud, and confident! The way he was in life.
But this isn't life, is it?]
Where are we goin', exactly? My time's up 'n all, but...
You don't seem like the type of girl who'd drag me down ta hell. I'm surprised! Haha. Does that mean...
[Sakamoto laughs to himself, admittedly the joking type.]
That I actually managed to do somethin' good?
[Something good enough to keep him from going someplace terrible.]
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steals directly from the game oops
Not to mention the obliging, and willingly working as instructed might hasten her eventual return to Auldrant.
So there she is, about to navigate some dark and winding caves with a stranger. A stranger who doesn't seem entirely serious about the mission to find the source of the Wyrmlings. At least, that's her initial impression. ]
Are you going to be okay? If you feel more comfortable I can handle any fights we may encounter.
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I'll be alright, okay! Amazing! Superb!
[He says this as his shoulders shake, and as he wipes something vile from his lips.]
Just give me one minute! I'm, ah, p-peeing.
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But still, she feels kind of guilty now! What she had taken for a lackadaisical attitude was an illness. ]
I'm sorry! I didn't realize... Do you need help?
[ Wait wait. ]
Um.. I meant-- N-not with that!
[ Her face is practically burning red. Good job, Tear. Offer to help a guy pee. ]
I-I mean with your illness!
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D-d-don't come any closer.
[This for her own good! So she doesn't get vomit in her hair!]
That's sexual harassment.
[STOP PRETENDING THAT YOU'rE STILL PEEING, ANYBODY WHO PISSES FOR THAT LONG SHOULD REALLY GO SEE A DOCTOR!!!!!]
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For some reason, he's very, very nervous. The woman he's supposed to meet tonight is lovely, clad in purple and gold with a short haircut, but it's been a while since he's had the time for a relatively normal date. And while she may have looked human, smiling sweetly at him as they locked eyes earlier that day, she didn't speak a word of his native tongue. Thankfully, he had picked up bits and pieces of this world's language, although he definitely bumbled through it in his attempt to strike up a conversation with her.
And now, he approaches a person who he believes to be her, sweating profusely as he taps "her" on the shoulder.]
H-hello.
[...And then reaches out to (shyly) fondle a breast.]
Ah. That's funny.
[HE JUST GRIPS HARDER, moving his hands around as though he's searching for loose change-]
Where'd they go?
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Dust rose in plumes under his sandals. Nothing about the samurai's body language spoke of caution - enough of that was taken in simply carrying the weapon at his side. As for the other party, they showed their hand by requiring a three messenger system to lead him to the designated rotting shack selected for their politics.
Too much care taken betrayed just how nervous they were - the first mistake. The second, each man in the communication line was a potential breach in secrecy. Takasugi already knew his destination, but for now he'd walk the path they'd set forth for him.
No reason to cause a commotion yet.
Though, perhaps the anxiety of having their riches robbed and their throats slit had driven these smugglers to believe otherwise.
Breath heavy behind him, footsteps heavy and hesitant with nerves. A weak attempt at assassination. Takasugi would have been insulted, if not for being unable to rise from boredom. He didn't bother to turn his head.
The 'shy' voice cracked the air with it's volume and Takasugi's fingertips twitched. This wasn't a boring attack - it was an annoying one.
Overwhelmingly so. A hand slid over his yukata and grabbed at his chest, rough fingers groping firmly for...what was it? Coins? Tobacco? Anything Sakamoto could bet - and lose. But before he got the chance to part with such finery he'd be separating from something else.
Takasugi rolled his sword at his side, twisting the blade to face towards himself. A quick draw at a deliberate angle would run the edge through any dirty flesh and bone that lingered just a second too long.]
I hear they run quite the lucrative organ trade here...
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It's definitely a bonerkiller.]
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[Sakamoto can't see to do anything quietly, much less scream, which is what he's doing right now. Much to even his own surprise, he manages to avoid that blow in the knick of time, saving his precious, horny fingers.]
What was that for?!
On this planet, that's how they say hello!
[Maybe he's trying to cover his ass, maybe it's the truth! Who knows.]
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Takasugi keened his head to the side, a useless reflex attempting to avoid an earache. He might have put his sword away after his initial warning missed it's mark, but Sakamoto's insistence that his display was some sort of manners had the blade twisting to glint in the evening light.]
Is it? [Takasugi's smirk spread in anger.]
Show me how they say goodbye. [Leave, before you get mixed up in his business and ruin his plan by somehow improving relations.]
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Ah~! What a beautiful lake.
[There is no lake. There are no fish.]
It smells just like nature...
[T-that's chlorine?!]
Oh! I think i just caught something!!!
[?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!
Excitedly... He reels in his catch.]
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He's so focused on beating his own record and swimming as fast as possible that he doesn't notice anyone else around. After all, it's really early; who else would be up this early?
Oh yeah, other swimmers. But he didn't SEE anyone swimming so clearly there must not BE anyone else!! This is why he chose this time of day to do this, after all. IT WAS LIKE HE OWNED THE POOL!
Or at least it usually was like he owned the pool... until right now where it was like someone OWNED HIM?!]
WABBBSLLLAAAGHHHH!!!
[How many times has Rin told him not to talk while swimming and he STILL does it?!]
WHAABB BLLAGGHHH GGGUUBBBLLLGG!!!
[HELP HIS SPEEDO GOT CAUGHT AND HE CAN'T ~FREE~ HIMSELF!
He is really confused and outraged by this sudden ??? RISING????!!!! LEVITATION?? IS HE THE NEW GOD OF THE POOL?
He looks up. NO. IT'S SOME?! DUDE?!]
WHAAAGGHH!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIIING?!?!?!
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Oh! It's a goldfish.
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[Immediately, however, the look on his face turns to one of extreme concern. Nevermind that his fishing hook has potentially pierced this fish's manhood, there are more pressing matters on this space merchant's mind.]
Why does it look like that?
[Because it's human.]
Can I really eat this?
[plz don't]
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for haruko
The hospital gown is chilly, as it's made of thin material and open in the back, so he shivers once or twice before wrapping his own arms around his body as he waits for whatever medical professional the place is willing to send. He hears the clacking of heels and the creak of the door as it opens, and begins to speak immediately.]
D-doctor...!
I think I might be dying.
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) for me
She found a way to gain the trust of strangers to allow herself to get close enough to break out into seemingly useless violence.. and that was by posing as a nurse. Don't ask how she did it— she's a Space Patrol Officer and knows the law, therefore, she knows how to manipulate it.
Here she is, in this kind of attire with her clip board in hand. A particular steel bracelet was seen around her wrist.
As she enters the room for her next victim, I mean, patient, she pulls an apathetic expression on her face. ]
Ah. I have seen your symptoms here on my clipboard..
[ squinting ]
Sakamoto-san.
[ She sees he's from Japan. What a wonderful place
that she almost destroyed]Discoloration of the anus. This could be very bad news for somebody of your species, Sakamoto-san. I will need to get a closer look. Do you mind placing your back end higher in the air and clenching?
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Without hesitation, he stands up with his back to her, tugging the pale white fabric off his shoulders so that it soon falls to the floor.]
Actually, it's not just the discoloration of my anus...
[She will notice that, while the rest of his body appears to be in perfectly normal shape-]
But my entire ass.
[Indeed, that round apple bottom is a strange color. In fact, its multiple colors. It's actually rainbow.]
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3/3 i can't believe i dont have a proper vomiting icon im ooc
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she's out of fuel and the engine is shot, the only thing left to do is to brace for impact. she can only hope that the crew of whatever ship she's about to damage will at least be somewhat sympathetic, which is the last thing she thinks about before everything goes dark. ]
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The air in the cabin feels thick, but that's not because the hull is punctured, to his relief. There's a small fire that many of the members are frantically attempting to put out, and something that looks like...
Another spaceship?
Sakamoto steps closer to examine the make of the craft, because an "accident" like this one could be mean bad things for the company. Attackers, or even being caught in the midst of some intergalactic crossfire could bode poorly for this rag-tag band of merchants.]
Oh no.
[One would guess, by the sheer look of horror on his face, that he's actually concerned about the body in the midst of this little disaster-]
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We've gotta get rid of this thing. Death is really expensive y'know! Like, ah...
How're we gonna pay for a funeral? A tombstone? We don't even know its name.
[Sakamoto imagines a tombstone that looks relatively blank, except for one word.
"DEAD"]
No, no! That just doesn't seem right.
4 keats!
Tonight, he happens to be vomiting into the nearest urinal while another man is relieving himself nearby. It feels as though all of Sakamoto's vital organs have already left his body, which shakes each time he heaves. He's so sick, he wobbles from side to side as he wipes mouth and moves sideways just slightly enough to catch a glimpse of something he really shouldn't start talking about.]
It's so big....!
[Alcohol does a lot of damage to the brain, and well... This man has suffered from a lot of brain damage.]
I'm jealous.
time 4 sin
[He had chosen to ignore the sight of the heaving man next to him, curling his lip up with an expression of disgust. Some drunk trying to recover from some exciting night, presumably. Keats aims to make this quick, but suddenly, the man is saying something about how large something is? Something...]
[Oh. Oh.]
[Keats' cheeks immediately darken as he moves to try to put his member back into his pants out of sheer embarrassment.]
Excuse me? What...what are you looking at it, for?!
god i don't kno what im writing
Don't you? I mean, haven't you ever...
[Sakamoto cocks his head to the side arbitrarily, as if gesturing to a person who isn't really there.]
Taken a peek?
[???????????????????]
you're writing good stuff
;) celty, post-cereal
The last thing he remembers is being surrounded by the people he loved, losing consciousness on a vessel that had carried him for more than forty years, and being proud that he had made such a big difference. The Kaientai was off to a great start, even though the life of the person who started it was finally over.
Surprisingly, he looks no different as when she'd last seen him. This is a manifestation of his soul and not of his body, and so he stands tall with a pair of sunglasses that sit crookedly on his nose, tilting downwards as he gets a look at her. He laughs despite everything that's happened, despite feeling a little sad, because even if he happens to be dead, he's gotten the chance to meet someone new (or so he thinks).
Someone beautiful.]
Ahhhhh~! Are you really the one they sent?
Wow, wow! I'm so lucky! You're cute. ♥
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she opens her eyes. her helmet is gone and her hair falls gently around her shoulders to frame her face. she blinks away the sunspots that fill her vision, and she's not prepared when she sees who it is this time.
there's an almost painful surge of emotion that hits her all at once and she registers a few things in that moment: he doesn't remember her, he's dead, she still loves him. it hurts more than she thought it would, a piercing pain that seizes her chest, and she works to take a deeper breath, to steady herself. this is better, she thinks. this way, he won't have any regrets. she swallows down the old ache, more poignant now that it's sakamoto standing before her. it's almost a little funny that she'd be the one to see him last.
dullahans don't feel anything, they don't get involved more than guiding the dead to peace, but this is different. celty is different. she smiles, a small, sad thing. ]
My name is Celty. [ her voice is more even than she thought it would be, with the same accented lilt. she turns halfway to the softly lit path ahead of them. ] Shall we, Sakamoto Tatsuma?
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He is dead after all.]
Uh... So! Celty-san?
[Doubt nibbles at his fingers and his toes, they stiffen along with his shoulders, despite the smile that he has on his face. Sakamoto is a kind man, with the desire to do good, but his ways have been fair from saintly. He should be proud, and confident! The way he was in life.
But this isn't life, is it?]
Where are we goin', exactly? My time's up 'n all, but...
You don't seem like the type of girl who'd drag me down ta hell. I'm surprised! Haha. Does that mean...
[Sakamoto laughs to himself, admittedly the joking type.]
That I actually managed to do somethin' good?
[Something good enough to keep him from going someplace terrible.]
sorry for the delay!
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