#dxlicatespunk

Syo knew he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but he was lost. And besides, there was something about this woman. Her air, aura, even her smell just reminded him so much of his mom that it was almost overwhelming. “M-My name is Syo. Um... I think you’re really pretty, Yui. So... I trust you!”

      物語 ┆        ❝Oh~ I’m working with you, huh~?❞ there a bit of a playful small on the model’s lips.

   -- ; “HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING... how would someone tell if someone liked them?”

---|| Yamato was of course doing some handstand push-ups when she suddenly barged in, he lost his balance a little but managed to just flip himself over and pop upright. “Yo chickie, what a nice surprise~” Yamato smiled, glad to see her again, though he kinda wished he was a bit less sweaty. “Thanks” Yamato took the box but paused at her words, actually blushing a bit after hearing them. “I’m glad to know you’re at least thinking about me. Maybe I should try and come around to you more often if you really don’t mind.” Sneak into some of her sexy shoots. After another moment of the sweet yet awkward silence, he remembered the box and opened it. “These look fancy... like something rich people wear... think they’ll look cool on me?”

---|| “Rude, I would be. Just because it’s not for all the right reasons doesn’t make it bad.” Yamato straightened himself and rubbed his ear. “Just because I’m a bad guy doesn’t mean I’m a bad guy.” With a small sigh, he took her hand and brought it to his lips and gave it a soft kiss. “Sorry I caused you trouble. And I spray bottle won’t help.” He will only find a way to use it against her.