[ the door slides open almost as soon as he kicks it. he Perceives you, bitch.
he greets him on the other side, dressed casual in a black sweatshirt and sweatpants. a pair of pitch black sunglasses rests on the bridge of his nose. ]
( It's glib, the flicker of his tongue against his bottom set of teeth as he spins obediently, lifting a hand to sweep his hair away. Over his shoulder does the amusement come, still vaguely tipsy, mostly tired and winding down. )
( Whatever elegence the outfit holds is lost in the way that Geto all but throws himself onto the floor, immediately crossing his legs underneath him. The question has him pause though, thoughtful. )
Maybe? It's hard to tell.
( Gods could just be like that. )
If I did I'm out of practice. It felt more like I was under interrogation.
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thats a bold look
[ don't tell him that you're wearing something without a back when he can't see it??? ]
i didnt feel like it [ plain and simple. ]
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( Should have come to the party then, idiot. )
It was wasted on this crowd, don't worry Satoru. You're the only one who's ruined my virtue this week.
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ruined your virtue? [ can you hear that sudden burst of laughter from the other room, geto? ]
is that what were callin a fistfight now?
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If I were a girl I'd report you.
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i wouldnt have complained
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You're funny.
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im right next door
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Really?
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If I get up and you don't share I will beat you up.
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( But a couple of minutes later and someone is at his door. He doesn't knock politely. Mostly he kicks it. )
Let me in, asshole.
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he greets him on the other side, dressed casual in a black sweatshirt and sweatpants. a pair of pitch black sunglasses rests on the bridge of his nose. ]
Let me see your back.
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( It's glib, the flicker of his tongue against his bottom set of teeth as he spins obediently, lifting a hand to sweep his hair away. Over his shoulder does the amusement come, still vaguely tipsy, mostly tired and winding down. )
Well? Do I pass? Can I come in now?
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You pass~ [ he waves him over, before patting a spot on the floor near him. ] So, did you get hit on?
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Maybe? It's hard to tell.
( Gods could just be like that. )
If I did I'm out of practice. It felt more like I was under interrogation.
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[ he tosses a double cheeseburger his way. ]
Were they sexy questions?
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