[Aoba's right. Masaomi is painfully aware of the shit he himself has pulled. What makes all the difference, however, is that he doesn't know what Aoba has done.
He tries to hide his grimace with another pretend sip of cider, but then he catches sight of Aoba's contorted expression through the glass. The dude looks like he's about to jizz in his fucking pants. Masaomi chokes, inadvertently swallowing the sweet, mind-altering beverage. He doesn't notice though, doesn't have time to consider what the effects might be anyway. Aoba is already lunging for the remote, and Masaomi's immediate instinct is to slam his drink down on top of the guy's outstretched arm. He grabs for the remote with his other hand, shields it behind his back.]
No way!
[He's just discovered something amazing. He can't let this once-in-a-lifetime win slip away from him that fast!]
Do you- [-have a for real, for true vibrator in your ass?????] Seriously?!
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He tries to hide his grimace with another pretend sip of cider, but then he catches sight of Aoba's contorted expression through the glass. The dude looks like he's about to jizz in his fucking pants. Masaomi chokes, inadvertently swallowing the sweet, mind-altering beverage. He doesn't notice though, doesn't have time to consider what the effects might be anyway. Aoba is already lunging for the remote, and Masaomi's immediate instinct is to slam his drink down on top of the guy's outstretched arm. He grabs for the remote with his other hand, shields it behind his back.]
No way!
[He's just discovered something amazing. He can't let this once-in-a-lifetime win slip away from him that fast!]
Do you- [-have a for real, for true vibrator in your ass?????] Seriously?!