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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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[kaihentai]

[Yes.

Does she know what she's getting into? Sakamoto dives headfirst into these kinds of things without thinking, because they don't require any thought. There's nothing but skin between him and his usual partners, no nights spent together in solitude, no moments shared between passing glances.

It's all been sex, just sex.

Sakamoto hasn't known anything more, anything better- A part of him cries out in alarm, he shouldn't want to. If that's the case then maybe he will hunger for it, maybe his appetite will become insatiable in due time. But whatever better judgement he has, it's silenced by the anguish of his neglected body and aching soul; he longs to be with someone else instead of isolated in his misery.]

Then let's ditch this joint.

[The curly-haired buffoon's voice is confident, despite the tears he feels welling up in his eyes. He takes her hand.]

Where to?

[Uttered calmly, with a quiet laugh.]

A dirty bathroom doesn't have the right kinda atmosphere- For that sort of thing.

[helmets]

[ he takes her hand and she feels something well up inside of her.

this would be her first time and hearing him say it just cements that fact even further. yet there's no apprehension; she's nervous, yes. no one has ever gotten this close, not even shinra and it's... a little scary.

she tells herself that it's fine, that there's a first time for everything. she trusts sakamoto and she trusts her feelings. it'll turn out okay. ]

Come home with me?

[kaihentai]

[It's a robotic voice, monotonous, but he's begun to associate it with her.

"Come." Just the words in her voice make him feel light-headed, and he's excited by the prospect of something real. Maybe he'll learn what it's like to really make a girl happy, privately, intimately.]

Sure.

[He tightens his grip.

The stars in this sky may not be his own, but they sure look beautiful tonight.]