[ 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.
[ well, this is awkward. some context for this would be nice, itaru thinks - not even necessarily because of the frozen titties, but because he'd paused his game to get up and open the door... at least bardo's lucky it's not his guerilla-trained roommate, who could find these razor-sharp nips a genuine threat.
anyway, he just stands there awkwardly for a moment, mouth open in an attempt to find the right words. ]
... uh. [ good start. ] Do you need to... borrow a shirt?
[ slice yourself a cut of these prime titty pepperonis...
anyway. the nubbly ears on the top of this cat-human shaped disaster's droop, which indicates that, at the very least, he's not some pervert wearing a cute animal-themed headband. instead, he's just some pervert. amazing. ]
Haha... [ the laugh of a man whose soul is draining out of his body. ] Maybe, yeah.
...
...Can you believe I thought this was a good idea? [ TOO LITTLE TOO LATE DUMBASS ]
[ he's used to the sight of animal ears by now, at least -- is it moon time, currently? -- so that doesn't alarm him, even though... well, technically, tiger ears shouldn't be possible... but it's not as if itaru knows all the ins and outs of the moonblessings, so.
bardo sounds dead inside, though, and itaru thinks he can relate. ]
... can I ask what the idea was? [ show up at your designated gamer's doorstep with nips out and seduce him??
anyway, he steps to the side to let bardo in, because even looking at him makes him feel cold... ]
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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. ]
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anyway, he just stands there awkwardly for a moment, mouth open in an attempt to find the right words. ]
... uh. [ good start. ] Do you need to... borrow a shirt?
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anyway. the nubbly ears on the top of this cat-human shaped disaster's droop, which indicates that, at the very least, he's not some pervert wearing a cute animal-themed headband. instead, he's just some pervert. amazing. ]
Haha... [ the laugh of a man whose soul is draining out of his body. ] Maybe, yeah.
...
...Can you believe I thought this was a good idea? [ TOO LITTLE TOO LATE DUMBASS ]
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bardo sounds dead inside, though, and itaru thinks he can relate. ]
... can I ask what the idea was? [ show up at your designated gamer's doorstep with nips out and seduce him??
anyway, he steps to the side to let bardo in, because even looking at him makes him feel cold... ]
C'mon, let's get you dressed, or something.