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[And Sakamoto arrives at the club as promised, on-fucking time for once, because it's easy to be on time for her. He's been on many "dates" of this variety, but this is a real date, not just the precursor to an evening of debauchery with a woman who might as well be a complete stranger.

She may not know how to dance, but neither does he- In fact, when he frequents these kinds of places, he often feels like a geezer, as much of the crowd is almost a decade or so younger than him. That and, even if there are others the same age, he already has goals in mind, takes care of his own business, and isn't in the mood for anything but one too many drinks (and maybe an easy lay, if he's lucky).

This is different. Tonight, he's ready to dance until his legs give out.]

[ celty has been niteo a few times already, back when she was still doing her temporary deejay stint. she knows a few of the bouncers and staff well enough by now, but things feel a little different tonight when she pulls up to the club. maybe it's because she's not here to work, or maybe it's because she's actually meeting someone this time, and it's someone she likes.

she's nervous when she walks up to sakamoto, the line of her shoulders a little tense as she nearly fumbles with her device in her haste. she takes a moment to regroup before tapping out a message to show him. ]

Hello, thank you for meeting me.

Yo!

[Sakamoto notices how stiff her shoulders are, she needn't say anything. Over a decade in the business of selling (things and himself in many ways), and he's grown accustomed to silent dialogue of the body.

He steps closer instinctively, closing the gap between them.]

What's the matter? You look a lil' spooked.

[He wants so badly to put his arm around her, to pull her very, very close as the time that's passed since their last meeting felt like forever, but instead he gives her the chance to touch him and offers his arm.]

Say, I know a thing or two about bein' scared- Sometimes it helps, y'know? To be close to someone who cares about'cha.

[ he steps closer and she feels her heart in her throat.

it's only been a few days since they last saw each other, but realizing how much she missed him startles her. it feels good to see him, setting her hand on his arm before changing her mind and taking his hand instead. her helmet moves left and right. ]

I'm not scared.
I'm glad to see you again.

[ she knows he cares about her, even if he's never said it to her. but it's still nice to hear it and it's what gets her to relax in the end, leaning a little against his shoulder. he may not have said it outright, but: ]

I care about you too.

[Ah.]

[What terrifies him most about her is her honesty, the fact that she's not afraid to be affectionate. She may not know much about this sort of thing, but it's obvious that she feels some type of way about him, and that she's unashamed to be seen in public with him.

How long has it been? Since he could honestly say that a woman had agreed to go out with him, without wanting to be paid in some form or way? Maybe never.]

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[He takes that hand of her and brings it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before blurting out, perhaps far too quickly:]

Can I tell ya somethin'?

[ it's like the first time he kissed her hand all those weeks ago. it sends a tingle up her arm and she forces herself not to shiver, feels something seize up in her chest like a stolen breath. ]

Of course.

[He looks at her from over his glasses, blue eyes full of something beautiful, something beautiful and very sad.]

It takes a special kinda person...

[Sakamoto laughs, but there's something different about the way he laughs this time. Softly, as if he's tired.]

To make someone who's totally messed up in the head-!

[He shakes his own as he says that last word, as if to drive the point home.]

Feel like there ain't a damn thing wrong with 'em. How do you do that, huh?

You do the same for me, Tatsuma.
I'm messed up too.

[ she doesn't have a head and isn't human, but she's always been so enamored by life. sakamoto is full of it, radiates it, and sometimes she thinks if she stood close to him she could pick up some of that herself. it's so easy to forget that she's not human around him. ]

I feel like a regular person around you. Just a normal woman.
I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to feel this way.

Ya are a normal woman.

[Sakamoto quirks an eyebrow at that. Pressing his brows together, his tilts his head downwards, eyes making contact with-]

I've checked.

[...Her breasts.]

[ there's a long moment of silence as she just stares at him.

eventually, she lets go of his hand and walks past him to the club's entrance. ]

H-hey-! CELTY, o-oi!

[Boy, you done fucked up.]

[As he catches up with her, he laughs again, and this time it sounds like it's full of something that isn't melancholy.]

Besides, besiiiides! You know that bein' a woman isn't really about all that nonsense- It's not about havin' a head or a pair of tits, it's about feelin' like one.

[He manages to take hold of her shoulder, gently, albeit.]

You said you feel like one when we're together! So~! That's what ya are.

[ she lets him take her shoulder, helmet turning a little to look at him. she does feel like one around him and not like the monster everyone thought she was back home; she didn't think it was possible for another human to make her feel this way.

being able to feel this way, being able to be close to him like this, is addicting. ]

Thank you.

[He has no idea what he's done- Still, even though this night means so much to him, he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand that this is the kind of talk that'll make a woman fall in love with you, and so he continues to prattle on.]

What for?

For treatin' you like you're special? Well I've got news for ya!

[He snickers, pressing his nose against her helmet.]

You're one of a kind.

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[Sakamoto gives Celty a moment to process this, and then pulls away from her slowly.]

Now! Let's dance.

[ he does treat her like she's special, like she's worth something, and it's a nice feeling. it's nice to be wanted and cherished. she takes a moment to imagine what it'd feel like if she wasn't wearing her helmet, if she had a head attached to her neck and what it'd feel like to have his nose pressed against her hair.

he always seems to know just what to say.

but he pulls away before she can respond and she's assaulted by flashing lights and loud music once they step in. she always entered from the back before and it's strange to come here just to dance instead of working. she ends up turning to sakamoto, unsure of where to go first. ]

[Sakamoto looks over at her too; the blinding lights dimmed by his dark lenses. As they flicker on and off, she appears and disappears, and he's distracted for a moment.

When he finally comes to, he realizes how odd and uncomfortable it must've been to have him stare at her so oddly, and so he tries to cover with a stupid line:]

Is this the kind of music kids are listening to nowadays? Geez! I feel old.

[ she feels old too. then again, she's felt old for a long, long time.

she turns on the text to voice app on her device, makes the volume loud enough for him to hear over the music. ]

Maybe if we familiarize ourselves with it, we'll feel young again.

[ she reaches for his hand again, the material of her glove fading away into smoke before she laces their fingers together, skin against skin. she turns towards the mass of bodies on the dance floor, making her way towards the middle. ]

Who cares about feelin' young?

[Youth.

Something that he should have enjoyed, perhaps, but something that he barely remembers. Or, perhaps, things he remembers and tries to forget. The stench of rotting flesh isn't an odor that leaves him, no, it returns in the evenings sometimes before he's had another drink.

And yet the feeling of her bare skin against his own is enough to make him hot at the collar, and so he does a bold thing:]

I'd rather feel you.

[He pulls Celty close to himself, wrapping an arm around her waist. Sakamoto doesn't care whether they're the center of attention or not, as the people around them aren of little importance to him at the moment.]

[ she feels the same tightness in her chest again, another stolen breath as she's pressed against him. her hands end up on his shoulders for balance and she can't help but notice how warm he is already.

but there's other things she can feel too: the deep base of the music pulsing through them, his breath on her helmet, the strength of his arm around her waist, the solidity of his chest. she's reminded of the night he stayed over at her apartment, how he held her against him and the way it felt then. it's a heady feeling, all wound up with anticipation and nowhere for it to go.

she ends up pressing a little more against him during the swell of music, not wanting to lose him in the crowd. ]

[It's this that fucks him up, the fact that every time he does something stupid she doesn't resist him or push him aside, so he sways and bounces to the rhythm (or what he thinks is the rhythm), just pulling her even closer than before.

She has a heartbeat, he notices, which is strange because it seems as though she's made from shadows. What's even more bizarre, however, is how he feels the pace of that infernal muscle quicken when he rocks against her, losing focus for a second.]

You've never done this before?

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[ she had pressed her helmet against his shoulder when he first rocked his body against her, sending a shiver down her spine. her helmet moves left to right in response to his question: she's never done anything like this before and all the sensations she's feeling are so new.

she looks back up at him again, watches the lights reflecting off his sunglasses and tries the same thing, a small roll of her hips against his. ]

[He desperately attempts to stifle the noise that almost leaves his throat, smiling as if to hide the whirlwind of emotions astir inside of him.]

You're a natural.

[All of this feels natural, which is the weirdest part of it all. There's no need to dim his thoughts with liquor, and when he looks at her she's not rolling her eyes or wrinkling her nose in disgust.

So this is what it feels like to really dance with someone- Beautiful.]

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