[Sakamoto's grin does more than just light up the room, in fact, it sets it on fire. There's something tenacious in his blue eyes, wide-eyed and gentle but fiercely determined about something in particular. A young, red-blooded ex-samurai, he's just struck a deal with some foolhardy businessmen- The kind of old scumbags that mistook him for an amateur.
The fucking bastards. He'd dealt with their kind all throughout the war and before. Men of that era were losing their touch.
He stops before the register, digging out what appears to be exact change for the order. His gaze meets hers, and while he thrust right into the establishment with the same boorish confidence that accompanied him everywhere, he finds himself faltering for a moment.]
Oh~!
She's so cute.
[Wait a minute. Why?
He pauses briefly, blinking as the gears slowly turn in his head. Under his breath, he mutters:]
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The fucking bastards. He'd dealt with their kind all throughout the war and before. Men of that era were losing their touch.
He stops before the register, digging out what appears to be exact change for the order. His gaze meets hers, and while he thrust right into the establishment with the same boorish confidence that accompanied him everywhere, he finds himself faltering for a moment.]
Oh~!
She's so cute.
[Wait a minute. Why?
He pauses briefly, blinking as the gears slowly turn in his head. Under his breath, he mutters:]
Ahhhhhh. I must be in the wrong anime.