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whatcha gon’ do if I don’t huh

fuk u froggy

"Ahh! Come on! Stop having so many kinks!"

"Maybe I should just get Ryuko to go "Sennisoushitsu" on you if it means saving you! I don’t know, or put you in a blender! That better not be a kink too!"

[ No, the blender thing isn't a kink. Not safe, sane, or sanitary. ]

     *tweeeeeeeeee*

excuse u

"Oookay… What if I just get some scissors? I’m sure if I try to pull something off you’ll just get turned on. Which is like, not appropriate at the moment."

-considers borrowing Ryuko’s scissors-

[ she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. she's not talking about knifeplay. ]

kneels down beside him, flailing a bit as she had no idea how to help him now. “u-uh-uhm, m-mr. gamagoori are you alright..? d-do you need some water or something?”

[ it's a scramble to get to an upright, sitting position -- where his hands try to hide... --yeah. ]

"whaaaaaaaaa!!!" Freaks out and starts pulling on the straps, trying to free him, breaking them off one by one.

[ it takes a while, but the thing's held together by tension. after just enough straps are undone -- ]

"How did you get in there in the first place?"

-pokes with a stick-

     "Mff."