[Sakamoto leans against the bar, drink now in hand, wondering how far away she is. It's more than likely that she's just outside, she's not the type of girl to leave with no warning. Perhaps she's finally come to her senses, come to realize that she's disgusted with him, and is preparing how to deliver the news to him in the least hurtful way possible.
But as he looks at his barely recognizable reflection on the glass, the merchant's eyes narrow.]
Tatsuma! What's the matter with you?
[He makes a disgruntled sound, a low rumble of disapproval in his throat.]
You've always fought tooth 'n nail for the things you wanted.
[Lashes flutter, and some unpleasant memories come to mind. His dreams may have been foolish back then, but he accomplished them eventually, no?
And with a clink, Sakamoto leaves the glass on the table.]
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But as he looks at his barely recognizable reflection on the glass, the merchant's eyes narrow.]
Tatsuma! What's the matter with you?
[He makes a disgruntled sound, a low rumble of disapproval in his throat.]
You've always fought tooth 'n nail for the things you wanted.
[Lashes flutter, and some unpleasant memories come to mind. His dreams may have been foolish back then, but he accomplished them eventually, no?
And with a clink, Sakamoto leaves the glass on the table.]