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✉ ☏ ☕ CELTY STURLUSON

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//PROFILE: full
- Age (Physical): Early 20's
- Height: 174 cm (5'8.5'')
- Occupation: Vehicle Mechanic, part-time Gourmet Chef, deliverer at Thistle Do Nicely

//INVENTORY:
- initial: her bodysuit, her helmet, her cellphone

//OTHER:
Living Arrangements: Apartment
CYbuddy: N/A

code credit: hoasen

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[helmets]

[ she doesn't know how to feel yet, doesn't know how to grasp it. how much have they seen? how much can they see? how did they see? there has to be some limitations, right?

but before she can truly understand that, there's one other thing: ]

Are you alright?

[ she knows the answer to that, but it's something for her to focus on for now. ]

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto sits with the phone in his lap, not responding.

They already know how he feels about her, supposedly. Should he keep her from getting in trouble? Should he cut all ties completely, to protect her?

His mind is hard at work with strategies- He's tempted to offer his services, see if he can get in on the inside... Ah, but at what cost? What does he have to offer them? Nothing, no bargaining chips.

His past is probably on the table. If he's been pulled from his reality, they probably know everything there is to know- They know about his relationship with Gintoki, with Zura, and perhaps a little of how he feels about Takasugi. Can he really sever ties with them as well?]

I should get back to work.

[helmets]

Okay.

[ does he regret it, now that he knows what they know? have his feelings changed? she can understand it, if he wanted to keep his distance to protect both of them. but she can take care of herself and she's been doing it for many, many years; she doesn't need anyone to protect her, even in a place as dangerous as this.

she doesn't regret that night either, now that she thinks about it. yes, she feels violated, angry that they've seen something that was meant for just the two of them, but her feelings for sakamoto are greater than that. even if he were to pull away from her completely, she doesn't regret anything. ]

Take care.

[kaihentai]

[Hours pass as he mulls over the side of a glass-bottom boat, something that should be enjoyable for him, but instead is something a cruel joke. He's taken medication for his motion sickness, and yet, he still feels like vomiting. This pathetic excuse for a living doesn't fill him with the joy his old fleet did back home. The point of being on a ship, any vessel at all, is the freedom it brings- Even if you're stranded in an endless ocean or a vast array of stars, one one of those things you'd be going somewhere.

Anywhere.

He picks up his phone again during an idle hour, wondering what to say. She always asks how he's feeling, if he's okay, hardly ever sharing the things that burden her. Sakamoto is the same way, and perhaps that's why they get along so well.]

I don't give a damn about what they've seen of me. I'm an idiot through and through! Whether anybody's lookin' or not.

["I'm not ashamed of who I am."

And he's not particularly ashamed of his body, either.]

Is it the same for you?

[helmets]

[ she wasn't expecting him to reply at all, so she's surprised when her device buzzes with a new text message. she doesn't need to think very hard on her reply. ]

Yes.

[ it wasn't too long ago when all of ikebukuro saw her for what she really was, helmet knocked off in the middle of the street surrounded by gang members and civillians alike. she wasn't ashamed then: she wanted them to see her. and in some ways, it's the same here, isn't it? ]

I don't have anything to be ashamed of.

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto grins at that- There's hope, in that case. In his experience, Amanto were often fascinated or repulsed by Earthly gestures of affection.]

Then let's give 'em hell.