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[ she was comfortable against him. maybe a little too comfortable, if she was being honest. but she pulls him up easily, waves her free hand a little in a dismissive gesture. ]

It's alright. I invited you and here I am, hurting you. That's no way to treat a guest.

[ the nerves come back again, briefly, as she rubs the back of her neck. ]

If you don't mind waiting, I can get started on dinner?

I may be a guest, but it's your house! If I don't play by your rules, you have every right to slap me around.

[...Sakamoto.

(ok he may have enjoyed the roughhousing in very gross ways)]

Sure! Go ahead. Take as long as you want! I like spendin' time with ya.

Thank you.

[ ah... it's been a while since she's cooked for anyone. ]

Do you have any requests?

Beats me! Whatever you wanna cook. I like surprises!

[Was she speaking? He's pretty distracted by the sight of her in that apron. If she has no head, how does she taste her stuff? Mmmmm.]

You look real cute in that apron.

[Maybe she loves seeing the other person enjoy their meal.]

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Okay. Thank you.

[ he needs to stop? saying those things?? instead of figuring out what else to say, she just escapes into the kitchen. she takes a moment to look at the groceries in the fridge before deciding on udon. that should be a safe choice.

though she can't exactly taste her food, years of raising shinra had perfected her technique, enough so that she's able to estimate the right amount of seasoning no matter what she makes. also, dullahan powers are handy when it comes to chopping things and doing multiple things at once. ]

[Sakamoto snickers as she turns away. Without asking, he finds himself a seat at the table, resting his head in his hand as he admires the view of her lovely backside. ~~WHAT A FUCKIN G RAT~~]

So! How'd you learn to cook, anyway? If you can't eat.

[Teasing:]

Have a boyfriend I don't know about? Ah! Would that make me-

[Sakamoto pauses for dramatic effect.]

A homewrecker?

[ unaware of his ulterior motives, she keeps her back to him as she continues to work. the "homewrecker" comment does make her cringe a little; well, it's not as if shinra really is her son. it's Complicated. ]

I babysat for a friend of mine when I moved to Japan. He's a surgeon, so he works long hours and doesn't have a lot of time to take care of his son. I learned how to cook for him on my own.

[ it's not really a lie. ]

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[HAS HE BEEN ONE-UPPED! Immediately, all of the muscles in Sakamoto's body grow stiff.]

S-surgeon? Did you say surgeon?

[SO HE'S SMART! AND PROBABLY HANDSOME??? WITH A SON-

THAT SHE FED WITH HER BEAUTIFUL HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[what else did her beautiful hands touch

how many bases did they pass? there's no crying in baseball]

[ her neck turns in his direction briefly as she scoops the vegetables into the broth. he sounds... upset? ]

Yes? Is there a problem?

[ calm yourself, saka. shingen is so old, ok. ]

[He might have been a silver fox.

There's an uncomfortable silence between them, although Sakamoto breaks it in a moment. After all, he can never really stop talking.]

S-so! This friend of yours... On a scale of 1 to 10, how close would you say you were? Emotionally? Physically?!

[ a silver fox wearing a gas mask.

but she takes a moment to consider his question while stirring the noodles. she hardly saw shingen on a regular basis and usually he'd only come back when he needed something from her. calling him a friend is actually kind of a stretch, really. ]

Physically, one. Emotionally... I'd say one as well. To be honest, we hardly saw each other and we didn't talk very often.

[...What?

Sakamoto looks worried, blinking once or twice as he processes this. So a person she essentially worked for wasn't close to her at all? He's tempted to ask if this labor was paid for, but he decides against it.]

You barely knew him.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

He must've been really good looking, for you to have stayed with him that long...

[Did she have nowhere else to go?]

Something was taken from me a very long time ago. I didn't know how long my search in Japan would take, so he had let me stay in his apartment on the condition that I let him perform an autopsy on me and that I take care of his son in his stead.

[ later, she would discover that shingen was the one who took her head all those years ago. ]

I don't know if he's good looking or not. He wore a gas mask each time I saw him.

[It looks as though he's actually serious about all this, until=]

An autopsy...!

So he's seen you naked?

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[ really, sakamoto. are you really going there. ]

Yes.

[Sakamoto slams his fist on the table. Unfortunately, it's a knee-jerk reaction (and his knee actually does jerk upwards in the process).]

That fiend!

[ fiend, hm? she doesn't comment, unsure of what to say to that. it isn't to say that she doesn't care about her body, but at the time, it wasn't as if she had many options to choose from.

instead, she comes over with a bowl and a pair of chopsticks. there's a bottle of red pepper flakes that she places next to it, just in case it's not spicy enough for him. ]

I hope this is alright.

You didn't feel like it was wrong, for some strange man to touch you...

[Isn't that what he's been doing? Holy shit.]

You're really careless about this kinda stuff.

[Sakamoto sprinkles pepper flakes over his meal. It's weird to eat without her joining him, and the mood's gotten awfully dark. She'll learn that he likes his meals spicy, like he does his sex. ♥]

I can't wait to eat this~! It smells so good!

[ she reaches out quickly, gripping his wrist holding the bottle. her grasp isn't particularly tight, but it's firm to get his attention. ]

Do not misunderstand.

[ her device lies between them untouched, but the same automated voice comes from it. her fingers tighten around his wrist. ]

I wasn't careless, I am not careless. [ her hand trembles, a flicker-flash of pain. ] He had something that belonged to me. I had no choice.

[She touches him with such urgency.

His lashes immediately flutter. In a matter of a few seconds, he can feel the anguish in her grasp.]

That's despicable.

[The chopsticks fall, clinking against the edge of the bowl and spilling a bit of the broth. Sakamoto reaches for her hand, intwining his fingers in her own.]

What a no-good piece of shit.

[ she made him angry.

she had never held the autopsy against shinra, had never really taken it up with shingen afterwards. but she still remembers the feeling of being slowly cut open, examined, and sewn back up again. she was exposed on the cold table in the hull of the ship, the single lamp above her only illuminating their faces--

she slowly relaxes her fingers, not realizing she'd been gripping his so tightly until she brings herself back. ]

I'm sorry. [ she breathes, in and out. ] I just wanted you to understand.

[It did make him angry.

To think, to exploit a woman like that- Even if Celty could live through it, to take her apart as if she were just some thing... It makes his blood boil. Still, he doesn't let go.]

I didn't mean to insult ya.

It's just that...

[He plays with her fingers because he can't help himself.]

You let me do stupid things like this all the time. I have the whole night, you know?

[He wants to give her something real. At least a helping hand.]

You can tell me anything.

I know you didn't mean to.

[ because he's been nothing but kind and understanding since she met him. she lets him play with her fingers, the line of her shoulders easing into something more relaxed. ]

I don't mind when you do this. I don't think I ever have. [ even when he kissed her hand all those weeks ago. ] You have very warm and steady hands.

[ she sets her other hand on top of his, gently brushes her thumb over his knuckles, his calluses. ]

You've held many things with them and you've broken just as many. But you're careful and gentle when you need to be.

[This is so weird.

Why isn't she lashing out? He's so used to being called a pervert, because he is one. He says inappropriate things and gets what he deserves for it, but...

To hear that someone enjoys his touch-]

I don't want to break you.

[Ugh, she's rubbing her thumb over his calluses. He can feel his soul practically leaving his body, it's such a small gesture and yet...]

I'm clumsy.

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