... oh, right... the twentieth came and went already, huh?

i had intended to do something for the holiday, but hannah came by with brownies, and...

...

...
well, i don't remember anything after that. my head's k-killing me.

... i'm sure that mmeans nothing. i'm in no danger.

haha.
ha.

[ is he still vibrating. it's not for the same reasons as he was before, decidedly. ]

ᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠ 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛'𝘚 𝘞𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘎 .ᐣ
𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛
𝘛𝘖 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘌 .ᐣ
ᅠᅠ

[ ...noticeably vibrating, on closer inspection. ]

every day i am bl-blessed more and more by my girlfriend's fat ass.

...
maybe... maybe things are worth it. eheh.

/ its okay. you still have the mandate of heaven

[ ...
...
...

having found it, he proceeds to walk into that one too. dude ]

[ ...not even the one with a tunnel on it. ]

[ dull thunk. walked into a wall. ]

[ not that he imagines saying so would soothe her mind about it, at least not in one motion, it's kinda nice to be on the other side of the coin. normally, this sort of staring is his specialty. ]

...oh! um. uh-

[ noticeably three shades redder. poor bastard. ]

th-
thank you. aha...

+ he's not near confident enough to make a show of it, so as soon as it's dealt with he kicks it aside. same with his shirt — then, he...

...
puts the scarf back on. okay, man. okay. ]

[ ...she responded at all and her staring kind of suggests there's a "yes" implied. he isn't the sort to prod, so in lieu of questioning her further he just starts working through his clothes with a quiet hum.

slowly unwrapping his scarf and starting to work through the vest. may as well. +

[ it takes about three before he catches on, and another two before he glances back at her. ]

...
...are you, um. expecting something to happen?

[ he'll do it for an audience. just curious if she'd bite. ]

...

[ glancing down at himself. ]

...
there's nothing to see if i take anything off. (but at this point, in this heat, i think i might have to.)

/ dude fuck the chastity cage joke if dynamo armor can do all that i GOTTA hear more. that rules. what. WHAT

it- wait, it what?

...
that sounds s-so cool. hang on.
two week training for- for all that...

[ ...humming quietly. maybe the aim should be a little higher. ]

... glad i'm not putting it to a-action myself. my dick's all i have.

[ briefly considering the use case of "dynamo armor" chastity cages. visibly struggling not to laugh. ]

⠀

im over here strokin my dick i got lotion on my dick right now im just strokin my shi

im horny as fuhck, mane, i'm a freak, man, fo' real

⠀

... about as sure as i can be.

okay. i'm normal again.

[ DEEP breath in. deep breath out. murmuring something obscene under his breath. ]

[ closing his eyes. white-knuckling the end of his scarf. ]

...
alright, man.

wh-?! just the one guess???

[ little smile. is it still a stray if it's complimentary? ]

/ authors note this is in reference to a futuresoul event that has never been mentioned due to it coming into existence like a month ago

...
no. but you're closer than you were.

💭 (i'm going to make beelzebub's purge look like a joke.)

it's four letters. you're getting it warmed by a reincarnated goddess. please. y-you don't need my help to get this.

it has to be on purpose. t-tungsten is less dense. please...