[Aoba, meanwhile, is oblivious as ever. Sure, the juice tastes a little different than what he expected - but it's good! And then suddenly there's a hippo clinging to him like he's an actual man purse. Man-shaped purse. Whatever.]
Whaaaat's with that face? [He peers suspiciously at Koujaku, like the man makes a hobby of grannyfucking or something, but halfway through his second sentence, Aoba can barely control his amusement.] Are you planning pervy things again~?
[It's not even healthy amusement he's feeling - let's face it, the hippo deserves to be laughed at most days - but evil, conspiratorial, naughty laughter.
Well done, hippo, you've created a monster. (Or was that Toue?)]
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Whaaaat's with that face? [He peers suspiciously at Koujaku, like the man makes a hobby of grannyfucking or something, but halfway through his second sentence, Aoba can barely control his amusement.] Are you planning pervy things again~?
[It's not even healthy amusement he's feeling - let's face it, the hippo deserves to be laughed at most days - but evil, conspiratorial, naughty laughter.
Well done, hippo, you've created a monster. (Or was that Toue?)]