At least I'm wearing underwear. [ He huffs, sinking hands into his pockets as he follows after the other boy back into the room, thinking that he would just choose the same sort and color of underwear anyway. ]
Hopefully it's not picky enough to make me take the pants off and do everything back up again, just for that.
[ He'd like to move on, maybe get closer to their release if that is what awaits them. And once the two of them are fully in the room the screen indeed starts to change. See? It's fine —
DO NOT IGNORE YOUR ORDERS. ASSIST THE OFFENDER BY TAKING OFF THE LAST ARTICLE OF HIS CLOTHING. HE CANNOT HELP. THEN CHOOSE SOMETHING NEW FROM WHAT IS PROVIDED.
... You've got to be kidding him — a thought that is barely formed before he's making a surprised noise. Not from being choked this time, however, but from something that feels and looks extremely odd. There is suddenly a strong, invisible pulling force working on the hands currently stuck in his pants. ] What— [ They seem to be drawn inward, Miyuki awkwardly wrestling them out of pockets before his wrists suddenly spring together, connecting right where those shackles are under his shirt cuffs.
Miyuki immediately starts struggling to pull them apart, to no avail, the abrupt lack of control over his own limbs bringing a minor rush of panic through his veins. He catches himself, though, and quiets his movements a bit as he consciously tries to calm down. ]
I can't— get them apart.
[ Magnets? — He mutters to himself. They had looked so similar to the collar it seemed like they were just part of a set. He didn't imagine they had a function like this. ]
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Hopefully it's not picky enough to make me take the pants off and do everything back up again, just for that.
[ He'd like to move on, maybe get closer to their release if that is what awaits them. And once the two of them are fully in the room the screen indeed starts to change. See? It's fine —
DO NOT IGNORE YOUR ORDERS.
ASSIST THE OFFENDER BY TAKING OFF THE LAST ARTICLE OF HIS CLOTHING.
HE CANNOT HELP.
THEN CHOOSE SOMETHING NEW FROM WHAT IS PROVIDED.
... You've got to be kidding him — a thought that is barely formed before he's making a surprised noise. Not from being choked this time, however, but from something that feels and looks extremely odd. There is suddenly a strong, invisible pulling force working on the hands currently stuck in his pants. ] What— [ They seem to be drawn inward, Miyuki awkwardly wrestling them out of pockets before his wrists suddenly spring together, connecting right where those shackles are under his shirt cuffs.
Miyuki immediately starts struggling to pull them apart, to no avail, the abrupt lack of control over his own limbs bringing a minor rush of panic through his veins. He catches himself, though, and quiets his movements a bit as he consciously tries to calm down. ]
I can't— get them apart.
[ Magnets? — He mutters to himself. They had looked so similar to the collar it seemed like they were just part of a set. He didn't imagine they had a function like this. ]