[ Akira isn't an intimidating person. He's a quiet, lean boy who comes off as unassuming and a little spacey, but he's not a threatening presence. Except in this case, because as he steps closer, Ryuji starts backing up despite himself. It's instinctive, like a magnetic force is keeping them apart.
The strap of the bag catches over the bow of his elbow, not quite falling down the length of his arm. He clutches at it, keeping it close to the core of his body like he can potentially use it as a shield. ]
What the hell! Of course she can! [ He's watched porn... Kissing produces noises, Akira. ]
There's no way I'm giving anyone a live show. [ Because you have no clue if she's installed cameras. She might have some in his room, too. ] So we better check around your room, just in case. Can you imagine if she used something like that as blackmail? I'd come after you!
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The strap of the bag catches over the bow of his elbow, not quite falling down the length of his arm. He clutches at it, keeping it close to the core of his body like he can potentially use it as a shield. ]
What the hell! Of course she can! [ He's watched porn... Kissing produces noises, Akira. ]
There's no way I'm giving anyone a live show. [ Because you have no clue if she's installed cameras. She might have some in his room, too. ] So we better check around your room, just in case. Can you imagine if she used something like that as blackmail? I'd come after you!