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IC INBOX; CEREALIA
[All that can be heard is the sound of a man spilling his guts- Literally. He's losing his lunch over and over again. After an dismaying array of wretching noises, a voice finally echoes throughout.]
Is this thing on?
[BEEEEEEP.]
[All that can be heard is the sound of a man spilling his guts- Literally. He's losing his lunch over and over again. After an dismaying array of wretching noises, a voice finally echoes throughout.]
Is this thing on?
[BEEEEEEP.]
12/31
Unfortunately, the pros outweigh the cons, and that's why Sakamoto will find a bottle of sake outside his door that evening. The most notable thing about it, perhaps, is that it doesn't look particularly cheap. There's also a small card, handwritten, that reads:
"Happy New Year. Try not to drink it all in one night."
Like with Zura's gift, the card is unsigned, but the handwriting might look familiar (assuming he's sober enough to notice something like that, which he probably isn't). Whoever left it is nowhere to be found.]
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BUT WHO IS IT FROM?
AND WITH SUCH AN AFFECTIONATE NOTE! (as his imagination dictates)]
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Could it be...?
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Ah, that's it! That has to be it!
[He's spinning around while hugging the bottle, dear god.]
I have a secret admirer!
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idk.. maybe like .. 01/11.. morning time..
I hope you enjoy the fact that you're covered in flyers. From head to toe.
On the back of this flyer:
Well then. There is noise in the kitchen! Hopefully it isn't Tenka again, right? ]
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they're better be tits on these pieces of paper-]
Ah.
["suck the big one"
is his one big]
Zura? What's the meaning of this?
[pls suck it]
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audio; 01/07
What a cynical mind you possess.
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[Softly:]
I don't like people being sold like that.
They're not valued for the right things. Sure! They're talented, but...
Is it really right? To replace them so quickly. That's not fair.
[He sighs on the other end.]
They all deserve to be happy, but that business? Mmmmm.
People are so fickle.
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ACTION,
Mutsu himself isn't drinking very much right now, taking on a more "responsible" role for the time being, keeping an eye out on Sakamoto. Look, considering how their first meeting went, he feels like he needs to look out for him! It's still safe right now which is why when Sakamoto finishes his current drink, Mutsu asks, )
Ya want another one?
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After a day of trying events, he's tired and in need of a lot more than just one drink. Still, he's curious- What are those cameras made of, exactly? The technology here is fascinating, just as much or even moreso than that of the Amanto back home. He clicks his tongue thoughtfully, before turning to Mutsu.]
Do I ever settle for just one?
[He's positive his other self is as much of an alcoholic as he is, or at least, he'd be a good competitor.]
Listen, you offerin' is real nice 'n all, but...
We're off duty, haha. You don't have to serve me.
[Gently, reproachfully.]
Have some fun!
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yeah ok. post-event
Here's to a swift recovery. ヽ(=^･ω･^=)丿
- Celty
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She can't stop thinking about me!
[Who is he giving that thumbs' up to... I. Who even knows how this man has grown to survive this long.]
I'm in! I'm totally in.
[In what?! Her vagina? Boy you have a long way to go.]
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[ ACTION ] post-glitch event, probably the evening after
Such a fussy thing.
However, Sakamoto's door cracks open in the middle of the night. The weight of somebody else joining him in bed is felt.
Without a word, Katsura slips under the blankets next to him. ]
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His shoulder is bandaged properly now, though it's in the process of healing. The merchant opens one eye to see if Zura is asleep, and after doing so, he closes it shut again while scooting closer to the other man. After a moment, he drapes an arm around Zura's body, acting as though it's an unconscious movement.
He understands that once, one night after doing something like this, he had disappeared.
He can't vanish tonight. A friend needs him.]
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we're doing this we're making it happen, action
she only hoped the night would pass without any difficulties. it's just a date, it's not really a big deal. right? ]
im sorry for the pain this will bring u
When he sees her, he wonders if perhaps the clock at work was slow. Her body is tense, and it's almost as if she'd been waiting for him for hours.]
Hey there!
[He waves enthusiastically in her direction, strolling over. Sakamoto removes his glasses and places them in his pocket, a gesture of gratitude, as she's giving him something more valuable than money- Time. He then looks at her eyes that could hold an entire galaxy of stars within them, offering her a subtle upturn of the lips.
What draws him in is not her perfect hourglass shape, but the glimmer of her kind soul.]
So! What's the plan for tonight? Dinner, drinks, a movie?
Or, or! Do you just want to get to know each other?
[And, with an added wink:]
Intimately?
its ok im a masochist
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[ she should... say more than that, shouldn't she? ]
It was very kind of you.
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Would you like a thousand more?
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[ ACTION ]
Katsura is seated on his haunches in the bedroom with the door open, knees on a little pillow and gaze fixated on his reflection in a floor vanity. He's dressed in a familiar attire, and yet.. he had no reason to wear it? Disguises were disguises for a reason, but looks like he was wearing it for another purpose.
He's too busy brushing his hair over his shoulder. Katsura isn't going to be the one to initiate the conversation, so it's up to Tatsuma to say something. ]
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So. This is your favorite kink.
[He looks slightly shaken by it, although that doesn't stop him from pulling out his phone and... Attempting to videotape it.]
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delivery 2/13
there's a note attached: ]
Wishing you a Happy Valentine's Day. I hope you like them.
- Celty
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While these are well-crafted, there's no doubt about it- They're handmade. Sakamoto's received dozens of boxes on this day every year, packaged and often expensive, from Amanto business partners who are familiar with the holiday.
This day has been about profit for so long, a celebration of how the Kaientai's sales skyrocket during this season, and yet... Is this the first time he's received something so personal? Maybe, maybe not.
His fingers trace over her handwriting, stopping at her name.]
H'ohhhh!
She sure knows how to make a guy feel special.
phone call
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Hello?
[Celty's the one who usually contacts him via phone, although she can't speak, so she only texts.]
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( ACTION ) 2/13 event
Anyway tomorrow is a special day and he wants to gather some intell. When would be best to give him his gift? And... what are his plans? Is he going to go on a special date with anyone? But when he looked in his phone to ask him that way, he couldn't find his name! No name! No picture! Nothing.
A lot of people had recently gone missing... but at the same time, he'd also recently been unable to see some people who were clearly still around. So he's gone to Sakamoto's place to investigate for himself! He fidgets a bit in front of the door before knocking. What if... he's gone too...?
Knock, knock, knock. )
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When he sees who it is, Sakamoto smiles, though he lets go of the doorknob quickly. Everything feels so damn cold, it's awful.]
Oh, what's this? An old friend decided to drop by!
[Still, Mutsu manages to make Sakamoto grin from ear to ear.]
How are ya?
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text; 2/12
she's been hearing the same thing for the past day or so: a strange, disturbing song that had made itself known the night before when she went to bed. it kept her up the whole night, nothing she did could quiet it and it had only gotten louder throughout the day, keeping her on edge as she made her deliveries.
it's the same tonight, but louder. she lays on her back, looking up at the ceiling as the song plays over and over again, muscles tense and exhausted. eventually, she picks up her device, sending a short message: ]
I'm sorry it's late
May I ask a favor
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Something isn't right.]
Sure, sure! Go ahead. Time may be money, but I'd spend it all on you >3< ♥
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VALENTINES DAY
Whenever Sakamoto gets home, there will be a small origami box. Inside, there are four irregularly shaped chocolates and a folded note, )
Tatsuma-san!
Today is a day you give chocolate to the people you really care about! It's my first time celebrating today so I wanted to share with you too! Celebrate with someone special, OK?
-陸奥守吉行
feb. 23rd (8/20), text
How are you?
It's been a rough few days.
Are you feeling okay?
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Rough?
[And, with an added smile as he types the words that follow:]
What's the matter? Have you been missin' me?
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backdated to february 20th
SAKAMOTO!!! DID YOU USE TOO MUCH TOILET PAPER AGAIN!?
[ the disaster he is referring to could easily be interpreted at the fact their bathroom was flooded, but actually, Katsura was actually referencing the entire flooding that effected all of Tellus.
He had been gone for exactly 9 days. ]
text (late evening, 2/27)
later, she went back to her apartment and took a long bath, hugging her knees to herself as she sat in the silence of her bathroom. but even the silence is too loud and so she does the next best thing.
it takes her a while to find the right things to say, but eventually she sends him a short text: ]
Hello.
I'm very sorry for disappearing without letting you know beforehand.
If you are free tonight, would you mind if we met?
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She's finally come to her senses.]
Sure.
What time?
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ACTION backdated
Which is what brings Mutsu to Sakamoto's door. The doorbell rings and there's a knock. When Sakamoto answers, he'll find his sword... looking like something the cat dragged in. His shoulders are slumped and though his clothes are always a little torn up, he looks ragged. Even his cowlicks are down and subdued, one of his ear-like curls completely missing after a certain close encounter. He's also making a noise... something like a whine.
Take him in. )
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Sakamoto opens the door, looking a little worse for the wear as well. That doesn't matter, however, as he's surprised by the sight at his doorstep. Here is an old friend, a dear friend, someone who doesn't deserve what he's gotten. The merchant may not know the details, but his sword isn't one to start a fight or perturb another person without reason.
Mutsu will find that, like always, Sakamoto's arms are open to him.]
Oh man. You get into a fight or somethin'?
[Gently, very gently, he touches the side of Mutsu's face, checking for injuries, any bleeding from the ears or nostrils. Sword or not, his body is made of flesh in this world, and it seems as though he can really be injured the way a human mortal can.]
'Cause I sure as hell know that you weren't the one who started it.
[Sakamoto pushes the door with one shoulder, ushering Mutsu inside with the other. For a brief moment, he pulls the other close, so that the little sword's head can lean on his shoulder.
Poor thing.]
You'll be alright, kiddo. I'm here for ya.
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text; sometime in the evening
Or baked goods in general?
[ guess who has two thumbs and has taken up stress-baking? ]
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Would you like somethin' sweet in return?
[there's nothing sweet about ur dick, homie]
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[ NOTICE ] 4/8, afternoon or evening, whenever he may get it
Sakamoto,
I will not be coming home this evening. Better yet, I may not come home for a few days. Please do not worry. I am on the run and will be staying in various inns until I feel safe instead of just settling in one location. Elizabeth is with me.
I apologize to not bring this up to you sooner, but you are one of my closest and beloved friends that I have had the pleasure of knowing and being with— and I value this more than life itself, as precious of a thing as it is.
My friends are even more precious and valuable to me, and I have my reasons for doing the things that I do. I hope you are not angry with me.
If I do not return within a week, I encourage you to further look into CERES and their business. These people are evil, and I am tired of seeing the innocent terrorized. Everybody should feel this way, and it infuriates me to no end. That is all.
P.S: Also please record "Whose Cat is it Anyway?" for me. It airs on Thursday nights at 8 PM on channel 127.
Your friend and comrade,
— Katsura Kotarou ❀
text; sometime around 4/7
there's a bag of assorted handmade cookies addressed to him outside his door and a note: ]
I hope these find you well. I may be gone for the next few days, but I'll be fine, don't worry. If you need anything, feel free to contact Vietnam.
I love you.
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Three words that could kill a man.
Ah, love! A beautiful thing to see, but to feel? Only half the time, when it doesn't hurt. Sakamoto is suddenly reminded why he doesn't date, why he only is only committed to his job- Because a love like this is a distraction, filling him with passion and joy, misery and anger... Where did he go wrong? He had been so careful, before...
To make himself unlovable.
Things have changed.]
text; some weird time at night 4/8
[ there's a picture attached: tubbsthecat.jpg ]
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I might be growin' a beard.
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let's pretend i didn't mess the date up and this happens post-raid im gomen
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