[ Pervy…! At this point Aoba's got no right to judge, okay (yes he does). Koujaku had tried to stop him, except he'd failed to account for his own incompetence (as per usual) and now they find themselves…here.
Somewhere further back the bartender facepalms.
Still, Koujaku realizes that they're making a scene and it's up to him to resolve the situation. Even if he'll never look the others in the eye again. ]
Not today. [ To both. He makes a valiant effort to pick himself back up after that sweet one-liner, except Aoba's weight is in the way and—ahahahahahaha Koujaku can pick Aoba off the ground with one hand. So he'll just brace one arm against the floor while winding the other about Aoba's waist and up you go— ]
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Somewhere further back the bartender facepalms.
Still, Koujaku realizes that they're making a scene and it's up to him to resolve the situation. Even if he'll never look the others in the eye again. ]
Not today. [ To both. He makes a valiant effort to pick himself back up after that sweet one-liner, except Aoba's weight is in the way and—ahahahahahaha Koujaku can pick Aoba off the ground with one hand. So he'll just brace one arm against the floor while winding the other about Aoba's waist and up you go— ]