[ Even with his ass possibly shattered and slathered in mayo and his fingers sticky with wine and grease he still has the presence of mine to catch his falling lover, at least.
Oh how he suffers. ]
What’s so funny about that, huh? [ He doesn’t know what else to say to that, beyond a grunt for how his arms are already about to buckle under the weight of Aoba precariously balanced between them. ]
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Oh how he suffers. ]
What’s so funny about that, huh? [ He doesn’t know what else to say to that, beyond a grunt for how his arms are already about to buckle under the weight of Aoba precariously balanced between them. ]