[ at the least, at the very least, sakamoto isn't shinsengumi; he knows how to hit the brakes, and most importantly, when.
the car's barely slammed into park, right there in the middle of the road, before he's stumbling out, slamming the door loud in his haste. this would be a grand time for words of wisdom, for pleas and pleading and warnings against foolishness, but since when did anything ever go so smoothly?
arm braced against the car side, sakamoto hunches over like a man mortally wounded and is very thoroughly, messily, loudly sick on the pavement.
Re: a call
the car's barely slammed into park, right there in the middle of the road, before he's stumbling out, slamming the door loud in his haste. this would be a grand time for words of wisdom, for pleas and pleading and warnings against foolishness, but since when did anything ever go so smoothly?
arm braced against the car side, sakamoto hunches over like a man mortally wounded and is very thoroughly, messily, loudly sick on the pavement.
god damn ]