[ You know he can't really read Aoba's mind here, but he can sort of venture a guess. They haven't been lovers for a while and friends for a longer while still for nothing.
Fuck Aoba moodswings faster than Koujaku can keep up with. It's already takiing so much of his energy not to think about where his dignity had gone, now that he's crawling across the floor with his arms slathered in mayo and grease and Aoba pumped full of alcohol instead of cum and—the world just ain't right, okay?
So prepare yourself, Aoba, as Koujaku shoves his head through the tablecloth with a cry that might as well have come from the bloodcurdling depths of hell: ]
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Fuck Aoba moodswings faster than Koujaku can keep up with. It's already takiing so much of his energy not to think about where his dignity had gone, now that he's crawling across the floor with his arms slathered in mayo and grease and Aoba pumped full of alcohol instead of cum and—the world just ain't right, okay?
So prepare yourself, Aoba, as Koujaku shoves his head through the tablecloth with a cry that might as well have come from the bloodcurdling depths of hell: ]
Aoba!! [ SNAP OUT OF IT DAMN YOU ]