[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.]
Sakamoto isn't one to blush, but he's still surprised when he reads that, laughing hollowly to himself and holding the phone over his nose. A blush spreads all along his face, from the center of his nose to his ears.]
[ she doesn't expect him to remember her after they finally manage to return home. she doesn't really expect much of anything, to be honest. ]
I'm not worried. It may be hard for me to forget, but that's not the case for everyone else. Memory is fickle. Sometimes, we can't control what we want to remember or what we want to forget.
[ there's a sinking feeling in her chest, something cold slipping into her stomach as she reads the same sentences again. she's not sure what he means; she thought she'd been getting a little better at reading him.
and it does hurt, in some ways. she loves him, even though she doesn't expect him to share the same level of feeling, but being told that... stings. more than it should. ]
Maybe. But wouldn't I know what's best for myself, more than you would?
[ there's a little bite to it, more so than she would usually allow. because she's tired of having others make decisions for her, tired of other people doing what they think is best for her. tired of people trying to hurt her under the guise of "doing what's best".
she's outlived everyone by centuries. she knows herself better than anyone else. ]
Even if I may feel sad about it later, I wouldn't want to forget about this or you. We may never see each other again, but that's fine. The moments of the times we spent together is enough.
Whatever pain I may experience later from this, I think it's worth it. At least I'd be able to know what it felt like to love someone.
Sakamoto has loved many people, he loves just about everything- But to be loved like this is strange, peculiar. Is a man who cons people for a living deserving of this kind of love, of this kind of attention?
It's true however- He's in no place to tell Celty what she deserves or not, that is her decision to make.]
If someone leaves you and it hurts a little bit, it really stinks!
Ah. But that's how you know they were important to ya. I'll miss you somethin' terrible if I remember... I've met a lot of girls in my day, but never a woman like you.
[He's never been touched quite the same way by anyone else.]
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I might be growin' a beard.
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I see.
More so than the whiskers, the satisfied smile on his face reminded me of you.
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Ahhh, so it's the stupid look on his face! Mm, that definitely does look a lot like me.
How are ya? I heard things got kinda crazy as of late.
let's pretend i didn't mess the date up and this happens post-raid im gomen
I think it's cute.
[ stop talking about her bf that way, gosh. ]
I'm alright.
What about you?
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Sakamoto isn't one to blush, but he's still surprised when he reads that, laughing hollowly to himself and holding the phone over his nose. A blush spreads all along his face, from the center of his nose to his ears.]
Oh, stooooop it! You're makin' me blush.
[Really, he's all read.]
Aha, it's been a while since I've seen you.
I was wonderin' if you had forgotten about me.
[Hoping that for her own good, she did.]
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Do you?
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That is why he drinks so much.]
Why?
Are you worried that I'll forget about'cha?
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I'm not worried.
It may be hard for me to forget, but that's not the case for everyone else.
Memory is fickle.
Sometimes, we can't control what we want to remember or what we want to forget.
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[?]
If you forget all about me.
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and it does hurt, in some ways. she loves him, even though she doesn't expect him to share the same level of feeling, but being told that... stings. more than it should. ]
Maybe.
But wouldn't I know what's best for myself, more than you would?
[ there's a little bite to it, more so than she would usually allow. because she's tired of having others make decisions for her, tired of other people doing what they think is best for her. tired of people trying to hurt her under the guise of "doing what's best".
she's outlived everyone by centuries. she knows herself better than anyone else. ]
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I went and made you mad, huh~! Didn't mean it like that.
[He feels sheepish.]
If we forget, we can enjoy this here 'n now. We won't feel sad about it later- That's all.
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We may never see each other again, but that's fine.
The moments of the times we spent together is enough.
Whatever pain I may experience later from this, I think it's worth it.
At least I'd be able to know what it felt like to love someone.
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Sakamoto has loved many people, he loves just about everything- But to be loved like this is strange, peculiar. Is a man who cons people for a living deserving of this kind of love, of this kind of attention?
It's true however- He's in no place to tell Celty what she deserves or not, that is her decision to make.]
If someone leaves you and it hurts a little bit, it really stinks!
Ah. But that's how you know they were important to ya. I'll miss you somethin' terrible if I remember... I've met a lot of girls in my day, but never a woman like you.
[He's never been touched quite the same way by anyone else.]
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But all things come to an end eventually, don't they?
What's important is what you make of the time you have.
[ and just like that, the sinking feeling disappears only to be replaced by something in her chest seizing up. something like longing. ]
I've never met anyone quite like you, either.
You'll always be important to me.