windfall | what i desire most, what i fear most

Whatever. He's not gonna hurt me, [ is the on-the-spot response that question garners from Denji. But if push comes to shove, he's pretty positive he wouldn't get in Aki's way if he needed to get rid of his newly contracted devil. Probably. The devil and he only did just meet maybe half an hour ago; he's known Aki for the better part of his life. It wouldn't make sense if he were so attached already that he'd be willing to put his own hide on the line for him…

It wouldn't, right?

Denji sorta knows about the formal intricacies of a contract due to Aki's lecturing, but as he makes eye contact again with the pebble-shaped devil, his body tensing with each passing second as he looks into those endearingly large, circular eyes, that little tongue hanging out as he pants, he realizes —

He doesn't know what a true partnership between a devil and human entails, whether that is mutual trust and partnership means, or just strict adherence to the terms they verbally agreed on, or something else he's not aware of. Suddenly, Denji grumbles something about toning down the whole intimidation act to Aki, though he knows that it probably goes unheard, his hands pulling at the devil's handle to whisk him away from the older boy's grasp. And with an obvious limp, he begins heading back in the direction of their apartment, not waiting for Aki, the dog cradled more comfortably in his arms.

…He obviously doesn't get very far, though. ]

Damn it.

[ Briefly halting to rebalance his companion to one arm, he lifts his foot up to pick off some the stray bits of debris. Just… Just carry on. Nothing to see here, Aki. ]

[Aki allows him to pull the devil away, though he still doesn't look at all pleased with what's happened tonight. This all started with a discussion about Denji thinking about taking a visit back to his home, back to see his family's grave. Then he ran out, made a contract with a random devil, and has the nerve to look at Aki like he's the one being unreasonable about how unhappy he is with the situation. He watches him limp away for a moment, frowning, but when he stops and adjusts his feet it's the first moment he realizes that Denji left his shoes.]

[He sighs heavily, his arms hanging beside him as he watches the younger boy carry the orange chainsaw dog with a stumbling limp. If they were closer to their apartment, he would make him walk the whole way as punishment for this whole night. But if he stepped in something and the walk back makes it worse...]

Come on.

[He motions for Denji to drop the devil as he steps up beside him, then squats down with the expectation that he'll climb onto his back.]

It can walk itself. Get on.

[ As if to support Aki's claim, the devil dog yips in agreement, pattering around with ease, its corded tail swaying back-and-forth. Well, Denji did feed him earlier, so that's no surprise.

He turns his attention to Aki's back, studying the base of his waist to the rounded corners of his shoulders with a frown. Considering the amount of time he's dedicated to training, not just recently but these past few years, his ability to carry him back home isn't really in question here. Nor is whether Power will give him crap for seeing him dragged back this way. No, neither of those things are why he hesitates at first.

He's treating me like a baby, Denji thinks when he at last mounts himself into place, his arms hanging loosely around his neck, chin perching along the curve. He lets out a huff of air, like he wants to make it clear he's not happy about this (though Aki probably isn't, either, so whatever). This isn't the first time he's looked at him and felt a flicker of indignation, envy, that his own body hasn't firmed up in the same way yet. If it ever will. ]

Fine. Just don't drop me.

[Aki is probably the lesser happy of the two. When Denji climbs into position he hoists him up, locking his arms around his knees, crouching just enough that he can hold him without tipping backward. He feels the exhale of his breath right by his neck and stares forward, ignoring the reminder not to drop him. Then glances down at the devil.]

[It stares up in turn, looking less at Aki and more at Denji, he realizes. Is it worried? Aki can't tell. He starts walking and the devil follows right beside him, not behind or in front, but beside like a friend walking. It's strange. His eyes keep darting over to it, but it never leaves, occasionally looking up at the two of them, its tongue lolling out as it pants. He's carried Denji like this plenty of times, Power even more, so the act isn't that difficult. But when he feels wired with adrenaline and nowhere to let it discharge, his muscles feel locked up and the simple act of walking is like running an over-greased machine on gravel. He wants to grab Denji and hold him and Power close. He wants to kill this devil. He wants things to go back to how they were, years ago. Back when he didn't feel as much responsibility as he does now. Maybe this whole night could have gone differently, had he come home earlier, had he done it over dinner, had he brought Power into the room during it. Maybe he could have grabbed Denji before he ran off. Maybe he could have said it in a different way. Maybe he could have not brought up the whole topic. Maybe he could have walked back to the house together with Taiyou.]

[He pulls open the door to the apartment and sets Denji down, pointing him to the bathroom with a silent finger. He'll need to check both his arm and his feet. Power pops out of the bedroom, surveying the result of their apparent battle, but when the devil trots in after them she points and shouts, Meowy! They've brought you a foe! Aki glances down at the devil who stands in the genkan, panting happily in the warmer apartment before snaking around his legs to follow Denji.]

...Bring it in the bathroom. It can stay in there. [Do devils need housetrained? He has no idea. That was never covered in any of the books he read.]

[ Back inside their compact apartment, the weight of Denji's sigh falls against Aki's neck as he slips off, the pads of his feet gingerly landing on the floor. The soda can isn't there anymore, so he can only assume Aki finished taking care of the rest of the mess before tracking him down. For some reason, knowing that sucks even worse than the way his blisters sting. Makes his legs itch restlessly, makes him want to run out all over again, or at least secrete himself away somewhere out of sight. But there's nowhere, nowhere except — ]

Yeah, alright. [ He drags himself past Power, who's still curiously onlooking the exchange between them, and into the bathroom. The devil looks up from where he'd been sniffing at her toes, alerted by Denji's movements, scurrying to catch up with his skulking steps. ] I'll stay in there with him. Gotta make sure he doesn't crap on the mat or get scared.

[ It feels a little like an oxymoron to imagine a scared devil, but surely they must feel that away about something — like death, as he sensed from the little thing earlier when he was injured. If they can feel threatened or dread when in the presence of a concept foreign to even them, then it makes sense they would feel the accompanying fear.

The dog curls up in one corner of the bathroom, keeping an eye on Denji as he gives his bitten arm a rinse. He briefly parks himself on the toilet seat to finishing plucking the splinters from his feet, tossing the pieces into the trash. Shortly after that, he's back on his feet again, limping between rooms to move his blanket and pillow, mumbling his good nights to Power and Meowy who don't hear him because they're already asleep. The next time he crosses paths with Aki, if that's in the corridor or at the threshold of their bedroom, he glances at him as he moves by before too-hastily pushing his gaze forward. ]

…Night.

[He's going to sleep in the bathroom... Aki really doesn't like that idea. He watches the way he picks splinters out of his foot for a moment before seeing Power head back to the bedroom, following her so he can briefly explain what happened. She's so unconcerned thanks to the time of night that she barely listens, keeps whacking him with her arms to shut up, but when he finally tells her good night and Meowy is curled up on her stomach, Denji is coming inside to get his bed and drag it out. He follows after him, jaw still in a tight line, and when he simply says Night like that's it, Aki slowly shakes his head.]

You can't take this into the bathroom. It'll get moldy. [He's ready to leave it at that, the expectation that he'll obey, but with Denji already standing there with his gaze dropped, thinking about how the rest of the night has gone...] ...You can sleep in the hallway, right outside. Okay? You can keep the door open.

[Compromise. He follows him to where he sets it down, then steps over it and into the bedroom.]

Sit down, and keep your feet out of the covers for a minute. [He goes to hunt for the first aid kit that he keeps out of reach of Power - one time she tried to decorate the house in bandaids and he hasn't trusted her with it since. He has to hop slightly to grab it.] And let me see your arm, too.

Why're you… Give it a rest, worrywart. I'm not hurt that bad.

[ He confusedly watches Aki just decide things on his own, his futon sinking flat against the ground as nice and deflated as his sails right now. He passes a hand over his eyes, like he's the one being put through grief, though he knows deep down that isn't true. A stolen look over his shoulder tells him the devil, too, has been arrested by sleep, quiet breaths leaving his small body in a stable rhythm. Peaceful, not really needing a protector at the moment.

After a long beat, Denji does as he's told, sitting and stretching his swollen feet flat across the sheets. The skin on the beds of his feet is red, stickily chafed, and peeling in places; in others, the skin is simply bubbled. ]

Make it quick, alright?

[Aki passes Denji a frustrated stare at his words, squatting down onto his knees in front of him.]

You ran out in the middle of the night and made a contract with a devil. [He grabs at his foot and examines it without touching the sole before carefully peeling the chafed and splitting skin with a pair of tweezers.] I think I'm allowed to be a worrywart right now.

[Once his feet and cleaned with antiseptic and he's wrapped the soles in some protective tape, he goes for his arm next, brushing his thumb over the bite marks as his frown deepens. Once they're cleaned he only needs to press a couple small bandages over the wounds but once it's done he still doesn't let go, continues holding onto Denji's arm as he stares down at the twin bandages marking where he made his decision. How, maybe, if he had rushed out right after Denji did, maybe he could have stopped him. Prevented this. Again, someone ran away from him and he simply watched as a devil took them.]

It's not that I'm mad at you. [He's a little bit mad. But that's not the point.] It's just... You decided this so suddenly, with so little information. [He finally releases his arm, lets Denji take it back.] With everything else that'll happen next year... I need to be able to trust you.

[ Aki is meticulous, by nature or necessity, he wouldn't know. What he does know is that details don't escape him like they do Denji: he can always name which ingredients they're missing in the fridge, what their favorite meals are, how their school schedules look on a day-to-day basis. He files away different details about their little patched up family, even when he doesn't understand them, and Denji's never been able to fathom why. So he hushes into a silence as Aki speaks, observing him as he carefully tends to his injuries, like it might clue him into something. Like why the rituals of an adult matter so much to him. Like why he was so pushy about the graveyard trip.

Except that by the time he's finished talking, it registers to Denji that he's been concentrating so hard on the feeling of the new callouses on Aki's hands, ones he doesn't recognize, that he hasn't learned a damn thing. He raises his arm, looking like he's examining the bandages, but really, he's staring at the place he'd been holding him. ]

I just don't get it. What're you so afraid of?

[ And was this blow out really that sudden? He doesn’t know the full canvas of how Aki’s past hangs over him, but for Denji, his clings like a persistent shadow — dark and amorphous, something that invites itself through the door without asking and then hangs in the back. Waiting for the right moment to bare its teeth, walk its cold fingers up his shoulders, and whisper boo in his ear. That’s what it felt like earlier. Not so much a suddenness but a matter of time. ]

I wanna help you. [ Which is part of the convoluted reason why he'd made the contract. ] But I dunno if I can do it your way… All that stuff about the trip and moving and being old enough — it doesn't make sense to me. [ Denji's bandaged foot nudges at his toes, soliciting his attention to say the same thing so many others have told Aki before. ] We're still young. We don't gotta do things the way grown ups do.

[ He considers adding, I mean, look at our folks. They're dead. But for once, he keeps his mouth closed. ]

[What is he so afraid of? What the hell kind of question is that? Aki stares at him with a tightly pinched brow, almost in disbelief at his question.]

[They all lost their families, one way or another. Aki has no desire to go through that ever again.]

I know we're still young. [He's painfully aware of that. He wishes he wasn't. It's so annoying to have any adult pat his shoulder and tell him, You're only seventeen.] But we know more than anyone that life is short. It can end in the blink of an eye. So even if it means it might not be as fun, or you might not get it now... I want you to trust me, that I'm saying these things not for nothing.

[He leans forward and stands up, taking the kit with him.]

I don't make that trip back to Hokkaido for fun, or because I'm supposed to. Once you understand that...

[He sets the kit back in its place, his eyes falling to look at the devil, fast asleep on its side. Its tongue lolling out as it dreams. Do devils dream...?]

...I just hope you will, before you start to regret that you didn't sooner.

[He leaves the door open and steps over Denji's bed, walking back down the hallway to the bedroom. He offers a brief Good night over his shoulder, then leaves that bedroom door open as well. Just in case.]

[ Left with those parting words, Denji crashes backward into his bed, air extinguishing out from his fluffed pillow. He stares upside down into the slightly ajar bathroom, watching the devil's foot kick up, scratching at himself while he sleeps. Without a care in the world. Certainly without a care for the ruckus its presence has caused in their household. Denji turns over, looking inside the bedroom next, soaking in the prone silhouettes of Power and Aki on their respective comforters — well, Power's limbs are all fanned out, encroaching on Aki's side; it's strange to be without them, outside looking in, alone in the hallway and picturing a life where he's gone and this is all that's left. To think about how he hasn't been able to do anything, to give them a single thing back yet. Denji's always hated owing others, racking up debts…

Is his compliance in this situation the only thing he can offer to them? Will he regret this contract someday? Will he regret clashing with Aki? Not being the ally he needs while he's still alive and kicking?

So many questions. If this were a midterm, he'd fail this one, too.

The night eventually fades along with Denji's consciousness. He drifts off as he usually does, but that's only because he can pretty much sleep anywhere and wake up all hunky-dory. Sometime, in the earlier hours of the morning when pale beams have yet to scar through their living room, he stirs at the feeling of something brushing against his forehead — Meowy, likely stepping over him to use the litter box, he assumes without opening his eyes. He falls right back asleep once the sensation has gone. Hours later, he wakes again, this time for good, to the racket of Power squawking her usual absurdities at the devil, her face up close and personal as she introduces him to the cat.

The morning is a bit busier but breakfast still manages to land on the table thanks to Aki, which is all that matters to him. Denji sneaks pieces of his food to the tangerine-looking devil when he thinks no one is looking. Of course discussion at the table veers toward his existence, and Denji reluctantly agrees to sit through a more extended conversation regarding ground rules later in the day when they're all home. Though a part of him wonders if Aki will even have energy for that. Come time to leave, his devil gets locked into the bathroom again despite his arguments that if Meowy gets to roam free, so should he, but Denji is shut down as quickly as he starts up.

And then they're off to school. While he and Power are in separate classes, they have a bad habit of texting all throughout the day. Stuff like their half-baked plans to stalk Aki whenever he meets the person who sent that confession (from his memory, the letter set a meeting time for after school), to telling each other the answers to their homework (incorrectly), to pet names (for you know who).

This explains Denji's messages to Aki, let's say, the period right before lunch. He's supposed to be paying attention during English right now. ]

hey…
what do ya think about the name tama or mochi for him

[ Him, also known as the devil they're housing. ]

powy said it fits cuz of his shape but i dont rly like it

[Denji doesn't get a reply until lunch, when Aki finally takes his phone out of his school bag. He heard it buzz (he used to keep it on silent until that time Power got her head stuck in a fence and called him ten times and he didn't see the alerts until someone came to get him) but ignored it because you aren't supposed to use your phone during class. When he pulls it out along with his lunch, his brow tenses at the message. He's going to name the thing...?]

Don't text during class or I'll take you phone with me again.

People don't usually name devils anything but what they are, so it would be Chainsaw.

[...not nearly as cute as Tama or Mochi, but it's not a cute thing. (It's kind of cute. When Aki went to check if it shat in the bathroom the previous night he watched it stare at him from the corner with the most blank, empty stare he ever saw.) He's never heard of someone nicknaming a devil.]

Those are cat names, anyway. Why do you think it's a boy?

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[ Oh, good. They're speaking normally — he wondered, for a short time throughout the class period, if Aki was giving him the cold shoulder for all that transpired the night before. Denji and Power are outside on the field. She's playing soccer (or at least some rendition of the sport) with a few of her peers; obviously, Denji is sitting out due to his injuries. He tried giving studying on his own a try, but that didn't really stick, so…

Here he is, bothering Aki. Also, stuffing school store bread into his mouth. If Aki looks out the window or is anywhere nearby, he might be able to see them. ]

he answered to good boy when i first met him so it kinda stuck… you think hes a girl?

chainsaw is a pretty badass name but it doesnt feel right

besides hes more dog devil than chainsaw devil. he even goes wan wan like one

[Chainsaw does feel too "badass" for the thing, but still. There's no way it's a dog devil. That would definitely be much more terrifying looking. Plenty of people are scared of dogs by nature. Chainsaws? Probably not as much. It can't be that strong.]

Dogs don't have chainsaws sticking out of their faces.

If you want it to sound like a boy, then you should give it a more boy-like name. You know, ending in -suke or -tarou, stuff like that.

[It's not like it matters, though. Their current housepet is called Meowy, for crying out loud. He's really hoping Denji doesn't go for Wansuke or something.]

It doesn't talk at all, then? A lot of devils can talk like humans.

nah he hasnt said a single real word to me

you think its cuz hes dumb? maybe if we let him watch tv he might learn how to!

[ As someone who struggled acclimating to an academic environment when he first started attending, Denji's a huge proponent of the national education channel. If he can do it, a devil can, too! But back the most important topic at hand. ]

oh tell me what ya think of these btw

wantarou
pochimaru
inusuke

[...Truth be told, Aki has no idea why some devils can talk and others can't. Maybe he can look into that. Still, he's not sure educational programming like what Denji and Power used to watch will have much of an effect on a devil.]

[Also his name choices are so... He doesn't know. Is it that they're too long? They feel too much like real names, or at least too official sounding for a devil. He actually thinks it over, trying to figure out what it is that he doesn't like about any of these names. If it was a real dog, none of these would work, he's sure.]

I think it should be shorter. Four syllables is a lot.

[He can't believe he's helping with this. He hasn't even touched his lunch.]

Or wait until you get home and try calling him one of them.

It*

[Damn it.]

[ He saw that! No taking back your Freudian slips, Aki! ]

ill wait for ya to get back home then. we can make it a bet! 🐶

whoever gets him to agree to a name first can make the other person do one thing

how bout it?

[ That Aki is amenable to the idea of naming their pet devil is a good sign. It potentially means, y'know, perhaps things are mending between them. They can go back to getting along and planning for an upcoming not-trip and figuring out fun things to do instead. ]

btw wre gonna be nearby still by the time you leave school today…

sooo…

dont keep us waiting too long

[A bet...? But Aki doesn't have any name ideas... He's never even had a pet before. He doesn't want to have to think of this the rest of the day. Ughhh. Besides, that devil looks so stupid behind the eyes he'll probably respond to anything.]

[It. Ugh.]

[He stares down at the last message, remembering his promise to get home earlier today... He was going to go to the gymnasium to work out for a bit but he's really been getting home late too much lately. Maybe it's all his fault Denji went off and did something like this. Like he's been an absent parent... Man, there's just too much to do. He finally replies before picking up his lunch at last.]

I have to drop something off to student council and then I'll be leaving right after.

[And he's being honest. When classes are over he heads all the way to the top floor to drop off the documents he finished for them the previous day, has a brief chat with everyone (he stopped working for the student council officially when Denji and Power had to do their high school exams - it was too much work at once), and is outside at their usual meeting spot only twenty minutes after the bell. For once, not looking tired or like he's thinking about a thousand things at once. Because right now he's only thinking about one thing.]

You don't think it cut through anything in the bathroom, do you...?

[ Denji looks up from where he's hovering over Power's shoulder as she rolls her palms together and pulls for some capsule toy she wants. He'd listened to her vent not five minutes ago about how these things are rigged against her specifically, how they must have some desire sensor or something, yet here they are…

Well, that aside. He tries not to look any noticeably brighter than usual as Aki approaches. Like he's not happy to see him before sundown for once. ]

No way. We left him with food and water and some of Meowy's toys! He'd basically be set for life with those things — so if it's just for one day, he was probably fine… He's a good little guy.

[ It'd taken everything in him not to simply stow the devil into his backpack and bring him to class. But he seemed content, at least, when Denji brushed his fur and left him inside for the day. They might have to clean up his poops, though. If they see that he didn't break anything, what're the odds that Aki will agree to letting him free in the apartment with Meowy while they're away? ]

Anyway, I'm surprised those smarty-farties up there were really okay with you leaving earlier.

[ …He's talking about the student council. ]

[Leaving a devil who barks with cat toys made no sense to Aki this morning and it still doesn't make sense now. He begins walking, reminding Power to throw her capsule away because she keeps hoarding the containers themselves because she swears Meowy wants them. But surely not this many.]

They're not smarty-farties.

[Though, he isn't friends with any of them. But Aki isn't friends with anyone, so it's not their fault. Not entirely.]

I just help out because I felt bad leaving them last semester in the middle of things. I'll probably stop after finals. [By then he'll be way busier with other things. Applications, interviews... All the things he doesn't want to think about too deeply yet.] Besides, I thought you had a crush on the treasurey secretary. What happened to that?

[Reroute and change the topic. Typical way to drop a topic for him and distract Denji with something else. And speaking of...]

Did you schedule your make-up exam yet?

[ Like the cartoon villain she is, Power gasps, exaggerated shock flashing across her face as she hides the capsule behind her back, sweating like it's the end of the episode and a hero has swooped in at the last moment to thwart her plans. She puts up a bit of a fight, but she does wind up throwing away the little plastic ball — into Denji's backpack. 'Tis her personal garbage can, after all.

As Power is living in a fantasy of her own making, Denji lets her do whatever, mulling over the questions fired at him in that typical bland and detached affect of his that makes you wonder if he's really listening at all. He doesn't look up from his phone. ]

The make-up's in two days.

[ Surprise, surprise, he did as he was told. Except he probably wouldn't have if his teacher hadn't approached him herself toward the end of lunch earlier. ]

And, yeah, I liked her a lot. [ One time, during a rainy day, she shoved her folded umbrella into his stomach before running away to catch up to another girl holding a clear one. He's never forgotten that. ] But I walked in on her making out with, um, that vice-prez chick. So it was a no go.

[ It's here that Denji's expression shifts, as if he feels awkward and sheepish just talking about it. Being an idiot, he'd dropped the sports equipment he'd been lugging to the shed when it happened, causing them both to spin around to look at him. Augh. ]

But what about you? [ Your turn, Aki. ] How'd it go talkin' to your secret admirer? Powy and I tried to spy on you guys, but we couldn't find a good spot.

[This is why Aki has to clean his backpack out every single day...]

[But two days - He'll note that down when he gets home. Surely Denji can cram in two days. He shrugs along about the story of Denji finding out about the tryst between the two student council girls, it's not like there weren't rumors... but when he brings up his stupid note again, Aki shoots him a tired look with a hint of annoyance. He thought he made it clear with a slap to the back of both their heads how he felt about them digging through his bag.]

Nothing happened. I just told her I'm not interested. [She made some appeal about how she was going to Tokyo post-graduation as well and how they could move there together, but Aki shot it all down. No, thanks. He doesn't need another person to worry about.] Who starts a relationship their senior year, anyway? There's too much else going on for something like that.

[That said, he reaches out to deliver another series of whacks to the back of both of their heads.] And don't spy on me.

Ow, hey!

[ He yanks back too little too late, his hands clamping down on the stinging spot on his head, afraid Aki might go in at him again. Try and collect another toll for the price of entry into the parts of his life he keeps hidden from them. ]

Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same thing! [ And then, irrationally irritated: ] We just wanted to know.

[ That's not a crime. Although invading Aki's privacy kinda is. But it's his fault that he's the sort of guy to say stuff like, I'm fine, before forlornly staring off into the distance. Usually, he says what he means. Until he doesn't, which always leaves Denji grappling to understand what signals he missed in the moment. ]

There's always stuff goin' on with you. With that attitude, you'll never date someone. Or get laid.

[ This is pretty righteous coming from Denji when he regularly makes so much trouble for Aki. But he means well. ]

[Denji thinks Aki would spy on him if he got a confession?? Of course he wouldn't. He would look into whoever it was, sure, and make sure they weren't a bad match for them, maybe strike up a casual conversation to double check, but he wouldn't lurk in the bushes to watch the actual scene. ...Probably.]

[There's no staring off into the middle distance this time as Denji accuses him of always being busy, and how that will keep him from getting laid. He passes a look at him tiredly.]

I'm not interested in that right now.

[Seriously, his short term plan is passing the written exam to work for Public Safety in a few months. He doesn't even need a high school degree for it, he's only finishing that to set an example.]

Besides, she wasn't my type. I'm not going to waste time with someone I don't even think is that attractive to begin with.

[...That sounded mean. He shakes his head.]

I mean, she looked fine, just - You know. Everyone has a type. [He hates when Denji talks about sex, it makes him feel like a horndog for just the simple idea of liking a girl with long hair. Ugh.]

A type?

[ That gets him thinking, but talking about dating always does — mostly with his dick, rather than his head. But that aside, does he himself have a type? Probably. There are definitely girls who he can't get along with, girls who stress him out, girls who get under his skin…

One such girl is walking just slightly behind him. Or she was.

"My favorite type of human is the kind with fatty thighs!" Power cackles wildly, careening in between Aki and Denji, her deceptively strong arms pinching their heads to her shoulders. "To eat, of course. Romance is but a parlor trick of the mind — and I'm immune to such debuffs!" ]

Ugh — [ Denji staggers, spitting out part of her hair that'd flown into his mouth, but he doesn't try to detach from her grip. ] No one asked you! And that's not the kinda type we're talkin' about at all!

[ His neck stretches out, to look at Aki from past Power's side profile. ]

So what is it — tits, ass, legs? Glasses or no glasses? The class rep or the flirty idol sort? [ … ] I'm just curious. I'll tell ya mine if you tell me yours.

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