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Many people don't know! It was a stupid question.

At least you can still appreciate things. See life for all it's beauty! I know people who can't even do that. It's good to be satisfied with who you are, too. A lot of folks don't even have that straight! Ahaha.

[Sakamoto rests his chin in his hands.]

Ahhhh, but I'm the lucky one, really! I'm lucky~!

That you don't have a boyfriend.

Edited 2015-06-19 04:50 (UTC)

[ her helmet tilts to one side, confused. ~~hoe don't do it--~~ ]

How does that make you lucky?

Maybe I'll get to be your boyfriend, someday.

[HE'S FUCKING JOKING]

If we keep meeting like this.

[ there's a vague panic in her, shoulders tensing a little again. he doesn't know what he's saying, she tells herself, he's being silly again. he doesn't know what he's getting into, he doesn't know what she is.

if he knew, maybe he would realize his mistakes.

there's an ache in her chest, more poignant than before. she doesn't know what to do with it. she's gotten too close, too fast. ]

Maybe.

[Sakamoto is unprepared for what her response. She doesn't brush him off or deny him, she doesn't force him out of her home with anger and recompense, but instead...

He too feels a similar ache. The frightening notion that things have moved way too quickly. Perhaps it was the way she's saved him from every single terrible predicament in this place, the way she puts his heart at ease with her soothing way of "speaking" and gentle manner.]

Celty-san?

Could it be that... What you're searchin' for...

Is someone who will love you?

[His heart beats vivaciously again, perhaps he's asking too many questions. This is dangerous because he can't commit, love is a terrible nuisance that gets in the way of productivity...

He might run from it.

And yet he still takes her hand, holding it gingerly.]

There's so much to love. About you.

[He should shut up, but he can't hold his tongue.]

[ There's so much to love. About you.

is there? what is there left to love? she's not human, she has no eyes to convey emotion, no mouth to vocalize and solidify her feelings. she's a guide for the dead. a monster. and that's okay, that's okay but, knowing you exist and knowing you can be loved are different things. there are people who care about her, just as there are people she cares about. but those relationships were fostered for a long time, weeks, months, years.

she has hardly known sakamoto for a month, but he's already talking about love. and she feels it, in the way he holds her hand so carefully. gently, as if she were delicate. there are so many feelings he evokes in her, some that she's too nervous to attempt to identify. ]

Tatsuma, [ for once in her life, she's glad she can't speak. ] there are things that you don't know about me. I'm not as grand or as wonderful as you think I am.

Edited 2015-06-19 06:07 (UTC)

Let me guess.

[He doesn't let go of her hands.]

You killed someone? Committed a crime? Ah, I wonder what it was! Embezzlement, fraud, perjury? Whatever! I've definitely done all of those things at some point in my life.

There are things you don't know about me either. But don't regret what you've done- Just keep from doin' the same thing in the future! The world is a beautiful place, but it can be cruel sometimes too.

And when it's bein' mean and nasty... That's when you have to beat it at it's own game.

Edited 2015-06-19 06:59 (UTC)

[ she doesn't expect him to say those things, but aside from the initial surprise, she doesn't pull away. perhaps it's because she thinks he needs this too, this confession right in the middle of her apartment. she doesn't judge him for it, nor does she think less of him either: it takes courage to own up to the things you've done, and she has a feeling he's been repenting for them his whole life.

he's strong, determined, with a will that she's seen in only a few people. he deserves someone who burns as brightly as he does. ]

Tatsuma, there's something I need to show you. Afterwards, I think you'll understand.

Edited 2015-06-19 07:11 (UTC)

[Flatly:]

Is there a dead body in here?

You've hidden it so well! I can't even smell it.

[WHY ARE YOU GIVING HER A THUMBS' UP?!]

Edited 2015-06-19 07:21 (UTC)

[ christ. in some ways, she's thankful for it, takes a little edge off the tension in her.

but she doesn't let it deter her, hands reaching up to grip her helmet and tugging it off. ]

[ black smoke rises steadily from her neck as she sets her helmet down in front of her, bracing herself for the backpedaling. or worse, the scream. ]

[At first, Sakamoto is still, but he doesn't scream. It may seem more alarming to her that such a loud person is suddenly so silent. His posture is stiff, and his eyes are wide. The only words that come out of his mouth are:]

Is that it?

[Instead of screaming, he clutches his head as he laughs riotously, the sound echoing throughout the apartment. As if this is the most hilarious thing he's heard all evening, and in his mind, it is.]

[In fact, it just seems so funny that he has to double over with laughter, face hitting the table as he continues to chortle away.]

Oh my god!

[He wipes a tear from his eye as he finally manages to exert some self control, having to inhale a breath of air because he's lost so much.]

That's really it! Why would I care? That you didn't have a face. I knew you weren't human from the get-go. My clientele consists almost entirely of people from outer space! You think that's the weirdest thing I've ever seen?

You not havin' a head... You won't start actin' funny, right? Like! Your personality won't change now that you've revealed that to me, right? Then, who cares.

[With solidarity:]

Your lack of a head really doesn't bother me.

Edited 2015-06-19 07:40 (UTC)

[ laughter was the last thing she expected.

she isn't sure how to respond when he starts laughing, a little startled as she watches him grip his stomach. is he so scared that he's laughing? has he lost his mind?

so she just watches him, lets him get it out of his system, feeling like she's holding her breath for something. ]

[ but when he finally speaks, she can't believe it at first. she expected him to be frightened by her, to want to push himself away from her, but instead he's still here. he's still here and talking to her like nothing happened at all.

it brings back the ache, and a burning sensation along with it. she feels a little dizzy, the smoke rising from her neck taking on a thicker quality. carefully, she types out another message: ]

It doesn't bother you at all?

Nope!

[With his chin in his hand:]

Not one bit.

[ she leans her elbows on the table, body bowing forward a little as if resting her forehead on the surface if she had one. she doesn't know what to say, surprised and relieved at his almost cavalier response. though if she was being honest with herself, it wasn't as if everyone in cerealia was afraid of her. malia and vietnam have both been so accepting of her status, it's not fair to generalize everyone else's response.

just give her a minute to take it all in. ]

[Sakamoto just mimics her from his side of the table, propping both elbows against it and lowering his head to her neck's level. His blue eyes glitter with a sort of joyful playfulness, as if he's playing some sort of game from childhood.

He too remains quiet.]

[ the playfulness is clear in his eyes and it sends something warm sweeping through her, easing the weariness in her frame. he's not running, in fact, it seems as if he wants to come closer. this is his decision and she should respect that. it's obvious he doesn't seem uncomfortable at all either.

this is okay, she tells herself. he's okay.

she pulls her device in front of her, carefully types out a message and turns it around to show him. ]

Thank you.

[Sakamoto offers her a smile. Instead of saying anything, he clasps both of her hands in his own, pulling them close to his face as he shuts his eyes. He presses warm kisses to her knuckles, several, before speaking again:]

Thank you for the wonderful evening.

[ the feeling of his lips on her skin makes her fingers twitch a little in his grasp, intensifying the warmth she felt earlier. his touch is so warm, gentle to the point that it almost pains her. she's never felt it before and it almost frightens her to admit that she doesn't mind it, this soft intimacy.

she turns her hands in his grasp and carefully laces their fingers together. ]

[Perhaps this is the first time she's felt this, so he lets her hold him for the time being.

He's struck by a strange sense of yearning, something more than wanting to just touch, strong and irresistible like the pull of a planet's gravitational force. He pays it no mind, attributing the excitement to his time away from home and his typical pleasures.]

You were real sweet to me today.

[He rubs his thumb over the areas he's just kissed.]

I owe ya.

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