Isuke-sama. [she huffs, quickly looking away but not stopping Haruki from patting her head. she loves that sort of physical affection, truth be told. not even the sex, but things like cuddling and headpats.
ugh. whatever. so lame.
her hands slide all the way up to Haruki's shoulders and Isuke lowers herself, sort of lying on top of her.]
sneaks a tagbomb in, wheeze
ugh. whatever. so lame.
her hands slide all the way up to Haruki's shoulders and Isuke lowers herself, sort of lying on top of her.]
Look, do you want to do this or not?