[Hank clutches his shirt together more tightly, wondering if to start buttoning up his shirt again. Yeah, that’s probably for the best. He’s already flashed Tharja enough.
Starting at the bottom, now: one button, two. He still has to use the damn clamps with another person, but at this point, maybe he’ll just take the loss. What’s the worst that could happen? Worse than seeing — or being — an old man, running around in nipple clamps?]
Would you believe me if I said they feel terrible?
[“Mortifying” is probably closer to the truth. And while other people are still taking a turn at the stupid wheel, winning their stupid prizes, it isn’t a consolation, really.
Because none of them — that Hank has seen so far — is ancient like him. And obviously, none of them are Hank.
no subject
Uh.
[Hank clutches his shirt together more tightly, wondering if to start buttoning up his shirt again. Yeah, that’s probably for the best. He’s already flashed Tharja enough.
Starting at the bottom, now: one button, two. He still has to use the damn clamps with another person, but at this point, maybe he’ll just take the loss. What’s the worst that could happen? Worse than seeing — or being — an old man, running around in nipple clamps?]
Would you believe me if I said they feel terrible?
[“Mortifying” is probably closer to the truth. And while other people are still taking a turn at the stupid wheel, winning their stupid prizes, it isn’t a consolation, really.
Because none of them — that Hank has seen so far — is ancient like him. And obviously, none of them are Hank.
Big difference.]