[He would not be the first to mention it around the drummer; it was actually nicer than what some people would have said about him, once they saw past the scars and pecs.
But he didn't realize what a pain in the ass he was being. He had long, long since tuned out his pings; they'd keep until he finished his manga. Really, he didn't know why anyone would be talking to him and making jokes him and the like, but they do. But what he didn't realize was Benten's ire. Which was easy to make on the best of days.
What didn't occur to him was getting used as a seat. Hotaru felt himself start, and his gaze was brought up, nails pressing against his chin. Why is he looking at his thighs rather than his face...? His thighs are vertically perfect, but...blinking, Hotaru peered up through his hair. Danger what danger.]
Whatever you want, big sis.
[Some things never change. Even Benten can't distract this purity with his body for long. Too pure for this world.]
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But he didn't realize what a pain in the ass he was being. He had long, long since tuned out his pings; they'd keep until he finished his manga. Really, he didn't know why anyone would be talking to him and making jokes him and the like, but they do. But what he didn't realize was Benten's ire. Which was easy to make on the best of days.
What didn't occur to him was getting used as a seat. Hotaru felt himself start, and his gaze was brought up, nails pressing against his chin. Why is he looking at his thighs rather than his face...? His thighs are vertically perfect, but...blinking, Hotaru peered up through his hair. Danger what danger.]
Whatever you want, big sis.
[Some things never change. Even Benten can't distract this purity with his body for long. Too pure for this world.]
What do you need?