[He backs up reflexively, stepping aside when Inui leans close, but there's no way to avoid, or hide, the blush that creeps over his cheeks down from the tips of his ears at that comment.
Not that... he hadn't suspected, because it sure felt like he's not wearing anything underneath, but having someone point it out that blatantly was just. Uncomfortable. These outfits feels way too tight and close as it is already.]
What does that... have to do with what we don't have with us?
[Anything to deflect away from his flustered reaction.]
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[He backs up reflexively, stepping aside when Inui leans close, but there's no way to avoid, or hide, the blush that creeps over his cheeks down from the tips of his ears at that comment.
Not that... he hadn't suspected, because it sure felt like he's not wearing anything underneath, but having someone point it out that blatantly was just. Uncomfortable. These outfits feels way too tight and close as it is already.]
What does that... have to do with what we don't have with us?
[Anything to deflect away from his flustered reaction.]