( his skin is not very capable of blanching —— maybe a shade or two, but he pales to all of his capability at spotting the same man. again. it's compromising position after compromising position (how convenient...) it seems, and the dawning horror is soon eclipsed by a brilliant red that colors his cheeks.
his deep voice raises several pitches, breath hitched to a near-squeak. ) I don't know what you mean by that! ( of course he does, and it's horrible. he clears his throat, trying on a more prideful approach. one that says he's not about to be defeated by this lewd cutout waifu stuck to him, with her soulless eyes and -- )
And I certainly don't need your unhelpful remarks. ( he can't even draw his blade this way, let alone use his colorless abilities.)
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his deep voice raises several pitches, breath hitched to a near-squeak. ) I don't know what you mean by that! ( of course he does, and it's horrible. he clears his throat, trying on a more prideful approach. one that says he's not about to be defeated by this lewd cutout waifu stuck to him, with her soulless eyes and -- )
And I certainly don't need your unhelpful remarks. ( he can't even draw his blade this way, let alone use his colorless abilities.)