Katsu:
White and black and a slash of red, all angles and harsh lines over smooth and tan and bright.
A drunken dancer, a boulder rolling down a hill, a letter written with a frayed brush. Utterly graceless, destructive beauty.
Unrefined.
Natural.
I would have you standing, turned away, with your shame and your pride full front. Looking back half over one shoulder, hand raised, with a backdrop of raging seas and-
I'm distracted. Time for that later.
"Oi, Katsu"
I fling another bomb over my shoulder. "I'm done here."
I can't stop looking at you. This may be a problem.
Sano:
Shit. M'fucking hungry. Got a bit of pirate-beatin' cash left. Wonder if Tae'll…
Nah. Think I want a drink instead. 'Sides, I can get dinner here, then head out. Maybe go see what Katsu's doing.
Katsu. Man, I almost fucked that up good. Accuse him of robbing all those banks, and the dumbass goes and takes another bullet for me.
I missed him. Miss all of 'em, 'specially Sagara-taichou, but Katsu…
Soon as Kenshin and Jou-chan get back, I'll head out. Buy us both dinner somewhere. And a buncha sake.
"Good afternoon. Might I interest you in some medicinal compounds?"