[ — there's a disbelieving huff at his compliments, a squirmy sort of bashfulness that it only ever seems Satoru can bring out of him. his revenge is petty but effective, giving the meat of his ass under his hand a reproachful pinch. serves him right. ]
[ should he change? he gives it his earnest thought, peripherals pouring over Gojou's long and slender limbs, the cling of denim at his thighs. eventually, he shrugs. ]
I don't mind. It's not as though you look unpresentable. [ what a compliment. besides, if he did change, he really might not be able to help himself; it's hard to keep Gojou in line when he's supposed to be on bad behavior, too. ]
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[ should he change? he gives it his earnest thought, peripherals pouring over Gojou's long and slender limbs, the cling of denim at his thighs. eventually, he shrugs. ]
I don't mind. It's not as though you look unpresentable. [ what a compliment. besides, if he did change, he really might not be able to help himself; it's hard to keep Gojou in line when he's supposed to be on bad behavior, too. ]