[ Sorry Kiritsubo, you're talking to (basically) a highschool dropout here. Definitely a big-boy word he's never even heard of.
But who cares about that! He certainly doesn't, not when there's something much more deserving of his attention being unveiled right before his eyes. Though hardly the gentlemanly type eager to hold a girl's clothes for her, Gen accepts that stole with zero complaint at the moment, given the 'payment' he's going to receive in return looks to be worth the trouble. Is a small part of him disappointed that he guessed wrong, and he's not getting a lot deeper down her cleavage or higher up her thigh? Just a little bit. But hey, it looks like the 'consolation prize' is still going to be pretty good, so.
Gen, of course, gives a little whistle when the neck of her robe slides down the length of her back, coming to rest just at the small of her back. ]
Not bad.
[ He says, when it's obvious he actually thinks it's much better than just 'not bad.' Evident in the way he idly sits forward to -- without permission! like a brute! -- touch his fingertips to her back, just below her shoulderblades, then slide that point of contact down until it rests against the point of the sword's blade. ]
It's real, huh? Only seen girls wearing those fake tats before -- you know, like stickers. [ Hardly believable that he touched her tattoo only to confirm that it was real. But could he be blamed for it? No man could resist something looking something so tantalizing. ] I heard those hurt, too, once they get so big. You must be pretty tough.
[ Said with a sleazy grin as he pulls his hand away and sits properly back on the bench once more.
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But who cares about that! He certainly doesn't, not when there's something much more deserving of his attention being unveiled right before his eyes. Though hardly the gentlemanly type eager to hold a girl's clothes for her, Gen accepts that stole with zero complaint at the moment, given the 'payment' he's going to receive in return looks to be worth the trouble. Is a small part of him disappointed that he guessed wrong, and he's not getting a lot deeper down her cleavage or higher up her thigh? Just a little bit. But hey, it looks like the 'consolation prize' is still going to be pretty good, so.
Gen, of course, gives a little whistle when the neck of her robe slides down the length of her back, coming to rest just at the small of her back. ]
Not bad.
[ He says, when it's obvious he actually thinks it's much better than just 'not bad.' Evident in the way he idly sits forward to -- without permission! like a brute! -- touch his fingertips to her back, just below her shoulderblades, then slide that point of contact down until it rests against the point of the sword's blade. ]
It's real, huh? Only seen girls wearing those fake tats before -- you know, like stickers. [ Hardly believable that he touched her tattoo only to confirm that it was real. But could he be blamed for it? No man could resist something looking something so tantalizing. ] I heard those hurt, too, once they get so big. You must be pretty tough.
[ Said with a sleazy grin as he pulls his hand away and sits properly back on the bench once more.
(Vaguely, he wonders if she's into pain.) ]