[He's already beginning to smell that. The perspiration mingled with the murky air of the city that had settled in the back of Takasugi's throat. Even foreign alcohol's bite would be far more palatable.
Takasugi's eyebrow raised to the directions. If anything, he predicted his old acquaintance running off. A desirable outcome, so he'd allow it.
The man turned, grip relaxing on his blade as he anticipated release from this interaction.]
Why was he smiling? Takasugi knew some men to face their deaths with a grin, so that must have been what Sakamoto was doing.
There was no flush in his cheeks, no embarrassment. Not even a twitch - though his eyes did roll a bit when he questioned why he was in the least bit surprised that something so exceedingly stupid had happened.
Takasugi turned, blade risen and ready to plunge into the man's neck if he didn't move.] Since you've said your goodbyes...I'll send you off.
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[God, Sakamoto's shirt is going to reek of sweat tonight.]
You have to turn around, actually...
[He gestures with index finger, forming a circle in the air.]
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Takasugi's eyebrow raised to the directions. If anything, he predicted his old acquaintance running off. A desirable outcome, so he'd allow it.
The man turned, grip relaxing on his blade as he anticipated release from this interaction.]
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He spreads his fingers out as far as he possibly can, before delivering a tight slap to his old comrade's derrière.
Why is he smiling like there isn't a cloud in the sky?! Maybe this is his form of revenge.]
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What a lovely lesson in cultural awareness.
Now, run.
Why was he smiling? Takasugi knew some men to face their deaths with a grin, so that must have been what Sakamoto was doing.
There was no flush in his cheeks, no embarrassment. Not even a twitch - though his eyes did roll a bit when he questioned why he was in the least bit surprised that something so exceedingly stupid had happened.
Takasugi turned, blade risen and ready to plunge into the man's neck if he didn't move.] Since you've said your goodbyes...I'll send you off.
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There is sadness in them, gentleness. He is not a man who enjoys fighting, not with swords or guns or hands.]
What good will it do ya, aa?
Killin' me.
[But out of self preservation, he does grab the threatening object, pushing to resist.]
Nothing will fill you up. Yer empty.
[Even burning the world, he thinks.
But that's just how Sakamoto feels about it.]
You're just wastin' time.