you are such a soft and messy thing, nobody knows how to take care of you
It's something right out of a sordid novel, his hands on her bare waist and hers on his broad shoulders, but given they're wheezing like frogs getting stepped on it's far from lewd. She doesn't know how he manages to keep his balance when he lets go of the rock behind him to support her, but unless he suddenly stops and dunks them both she's not going to question it.
He's also not the only one laughing so hard that eyes begin to water and the shaking becomes full-body. It's not that funny. It's not. But she can't stop fucking laughing.
"Isn't that usually what I'm supposed to say?" she wheezes, always ready to make a dick joke when it's presented to her. Nobody has ever called Hotaru well-equipped before but there's a first time for everything. "But if you're asking personally, maybe I should start charging." Lifting one hand off his shoulder, she takes a chunk of her floating hair in hand to wave it threateningly towards him.
He's also not the only one laughing so hard that eyes begin to water and the shaking becomes full-body. It's not that funny. It's not. But she can't stop fucking laughing.
"Isn't that usually what I'm supposed to say?" she wheezes, always ready to make a dick joke when it's presented to her. Nobody has ever called Hotaru well-equipped before but there's a first time for everything. "But if you're asking personally, maybe I should start charging." Lifting one hand off his shoulder, she takes a chunk of her floating hair in hand to wave it threateningly towards him.
