[In the past few minutes, Sakamoto has built up so much anxiety.
He was elated. Overjoyed! Up until she actually finished that foreboding sentence of hers. Very quickly, he was filled with dread, and it manifests in the way he shivers and wobbles, like an object teetering on the edge of a table. Instead of saying something, anything, he does what he always does when things get too hard.
[ low and behold, she pulls out a Rickenbacker bass out from under the hospital. ????????
The tone in her voice sounds a little too eager, but she makes no attempt at whacking Sakamoto with it just yet... She's merely holding it like a baseball bat. ]
[He cringes, falling to the ground, although the bat barely misses him. It does make a sizeable dent in the floor, on a tile that's far, far too close to him for comfort.]
[ Oh, shit. A little bit too hard. That's alright. Haruko will rev ( ??? yes, rev ) her bass guitar and try again. ]
SAKAMOTO-SAN, YA GOTTA LISTEN TO THE NURSE!! Doc will get mad! You don't want to get him angry, do ya...!?
I just gotta whack your head! Your sweet, precious, little head! [ this isn't how you put people to sleep... guess the secret's already out, though. OH. HERE SHE COME AGAIN, SWINGING. ]
[Luckily for him, he manages to catch the damned instrument, although he's sweating quite a lot. For a nurse, she's really strong...]
There must be some other way to settle this!
[Sakamoto may not be paying very close attention, but as the hospital gown is relatively open in the back, there is nothing between his bare bottom and the floor. If one looks closely, however, they will notice that the odd color of his derriere appears to be rubbing off on the floor tiles.]
[ Haruko knew there was just paint on his ass the entire time. She's acually a very clever girl. Her teeth, which look pretty sharp, grit behind her lips, a rather psychotic grin forming on her face. ]
What's'a matter? You're scared of a little anesthesia? [ She tries to pull her guitar back out of his grip by the neck so she can try swinging again. ]
I don't want your money. I want the power you might possess. IT'LL ONLY HURT A LITTLE BIT!
[In turning to look down, the guitar lands unceremoniously next to his ankle.
He stares long and hard at nothing particularly special (his crotch), with a pensive expression on his face. It seems as though he's actually taking this time to think, something he really hasn't done much as of late. Power, she's looking for power, and what was that they used to call him?
[At this he sounds confused, crawling further backwards. He'd fish around for something to contact the Kaientai, but he's stuck in a hospital gown! So he has to think on his feet, to talk his way out of this.
He's done this so many damn times, he should be able to.]
Hold on, hold on! There's no need for violence here! It may not seem like it, but I've been around the universe!
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But, my b*lls, what about my b*lls?
[He turns sharply, so now Haruko will also have an unpleasant view of him from the front.]
Do I get to keep those?
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Why would you want to keep something so useless?
[ picks her nose....... ]
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BECAUSE WITHOUT THEM, I'LL DIE!
[No. No! That's your heart!]
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at least his maturity level is still adolescent.. this is good news for her. ]
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[ she sounds nothing like a nurse anymore she's genuinely curious for personal reasons............ ]
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[Said with an uptick in pitch, almost nonchalantly.
Sakamoto (shamelessly) looks down at the garbage that's dangling between his legs, then thrusting forward a few times as he observes carefully.]
They do bounce.
[Bouncy balls?! That's...!!! Those are entirely different!]
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But it's whatever.
She watches him thrust, then jots something down on her clipboard. ]
Uhh huuh, uuh huh. That's a relief!
[ She turns to him. ]
Good news, Sakamoto-san! You can keep your balls!
[ a pause. ]
In a little glass jar once we are done! Nyaaa, hooray!
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3/3 i can't believe i dont have a proper vomiting icon im ooc
He was elated. Overjoyed! Up until she actually finished that foreboding sentence of hers. Very quickly, he was filled with dread, and it manifests in the way he shivers and wobbles, like an object teetering on the edge of a table. Instead of saying something, anything, he does what he always does when things get too hard.
He vomits.]
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Oh dear.
She's just going to side step out of the way from that. ]
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[ low and behold, she pulls out a Rickenbacker bass out from under the hospital.
????????
The tone in her voice sounds a little too eager, but she makes no attempt at whacking Sakamoto with it just yet...
She's merely holding it like a baseball bat. ]
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Whispered, to himself:]
Please, be soft! I h-hope it's soft!
[Softer than it looks... Like his peen, right n-
Wait, why is it standing at half mast? OI! SAKAMOTO?! ARE YOU INTO THIS KIND OF PLAY????]
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[ HERE SHE COME, SWINGING— and aiming directly for Sakamoto's poor little head.
She's not even interested in his dick right now, but maybe later. ]
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AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
[He cringes, falling to the ground, although the bat barely misses him. It does make a sizeable dent in the floor, on a tile that's far, far too close to him for comfort.]
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Haruko will rev ( ??? yes, rev ) her bass guitar and try again. ]
SAKAMOTO-SAN, YA GOTTA LISTEN TO THE NURSE!!
Doc will get mad! You don't want to get him angry, do ya...!?
I just gotta whack your head! Your sweet, precious, little head!
[ this isn't how you put people to sleep... guess the secret's already out, though.
OH. HERE SHE COME AGAIN, SWINGING. ]
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There must be some other way to settle this!
[Sakamoto may not be paying very close attention, but as the hospital gown is relatively open in the back, there is nothing between his bare bottom and the floor. If one looks closely, however, they will notice that the odd color of his derriere appears to be rubbing off on the floor tiles.]
Money? Do you want money? How much?
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Her teeth, which look pretty sharp, grit behind her lips, a rather psychotic grin forming on her face. ]
What's'a matter? You're scared of a little anesthesia?
[ She tries to pull her guitar back out of his grip by the neck so she can try swinging again. ]
I don't want your money. I want the power you might possess. IT'LL ONLY HURT A LITTLE BIT!
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[In turning to look down, the guitar lands unceremoniously next to his ankle.
He stares long and hard at nothing particularly special (his crotch), with a pensive expression on his face. It seems as though he's actually taking this time to think, something he really hasn't done much as of late. Power, she's looking for power, and what was that they used to call him?
Sakamoto Tatsuma, The Dragon of Katsurahama....?]
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[And then, far too loudly:]
THE POWER OF THE DRAG*N B*LLZ!!!!!!!
[Please have a seat... Your b*llz are not that powerful.]
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Not even Drag*n B*llz are powerful enough for what I'm looking for!
What I'm lookin' for.. it's in your head, kiddo!
[ SWINGING YET AGAIN!! ]
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[At this he sounds confused, crawling further backwards. He'd fish around for something to contact the Kaientai, but he's stuck in a hospital gown! So he has to think on his feet, to talk his way out of this.
He's done this so many damn times, he should be able to.]
Hold on, hold on! There's no need for violence here! It may not seem like it, but I've been around the universe!
Maybe I know what it is yer lookin' for.