[Sakamoto's breath hitches before he can catch it, the sound much like a painful hiss. He bites his lip on the end of the line, wondering if it would be appropriate to say anything at all.]
[Okay, now he's worried. Sakamoto suddenly sounds more conflicted and melancholy than he's generally used to. He furrows his brow and adopts a serious tone.]
But should he? Does he even have the right to get Keats into this kind of trouble? The man had been to ashamed to even look him in the eye this past morning.]
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[Gotta yell to get his attention. He's gone off deep somewhere in Sakamoto land.]
What the hell? Is there a problem, dude?
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O-oh! Jessica-kun!
[He rubs his eyes.]
You called back! You really do care for what I have to say, after all...
[Why. Why is he touched by this. It's all his fault! Nothing actually happened!]
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[HE BARELY TOOK A STEP OUT THE DOOR...]
No cracks about wanting your body or whatever. I'm cuttin' you off before you can get going.
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[Sakamoto exhales sharply.]
My body's a little tired today, actually. I don't think I'm in the proper shape for that kind of romp!
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[It's not the least bit rude! Haven is a craphole.]
We've had worse, but that last trip they sent us on... did you get up to anything?
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[He swallows hard.]
Nothin' out of the ordinary.
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You wanna talk about it?
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But should he? Does he even have the right to get Keats into this kind of trouble? The man had been to ashamed to even look him in the eye this past morning.]
I dunno if that's a good idea.