[ cut out the context; it doesn't matter. what matters is that on this day, the most cursed day on this calendar year, Itaru will get a knock on his door from a 30-something with unironic tiger ears, wearing nothing but a pair of pants and an apron to cover his shirtless titties in late winter.
either this fool is completely insane or... well. completely insane. there's no defending this, not even when his dumb smug grin wipes off his face and he's hit with the shocked sheepishness of an infant caught drinking out of the goldfish tank. ]
Ah.
[ he says, with his naked-ass nipples standing tall in the cold. this was such a bad idea. ] Uh.
action;
either this fool is completely insane or... well. completely insane. there's no defending this, not even when his dumb smug grin wipes off his face and he's hit with the shocked sheepishness of an infant caught drinking out of the goldfish tank. ]
Ah.
[ he says, with his naked-ass nipples standing tall in the cold. this was such a bad idea. ] Uh.
Sorry, wrong door.
[ jesus christ. ]