[yakumo sniffs. he doesn't know what to do. luckily, olivine can think for the both of them, despite having been fucked out of his mind. he pulls out, cringing at all the... fluid that spills out of olivine. a few eggs, too, which yakumo flushes at. he really did that, huh... and olivine liked it? yakumo's damn lucky for that.
he easily scoops olivine up into his arms. despite his scrawny, gangly appearance, he is a yokai after all, and much stronger than he appears.
ah... he'd ripped up olivine's clothes, too...]
I'm so sorry I put your into this position, Father Olivine...
[he squats down to at least grab the remnants of his clothing so olivine could have some modicum of modesty.]
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he easily scoops olivine up into his arms. despite his scrawny, gangly appearance, he is a yokai after all, and much stronger than he appears.
ah... he'd ripped up olivine's clothes, too...]
I'm so sorry I put your into this position, Father Olivine...
[he squats down to at least grab the remnants of his clothing so olivine could have some modicum of modesty.]
Um- where should I go...?