[ ... god, this guy's pecs are so big. Like -- he's seen plenty of guys here who have bulk, but actually feeling it is a whole 'nother matter. Ugh. Is he one of those guys who mostly lives off chicken breasts and protein shakes or whatever.
He'd given another awkward squeeze, then one more just to make sure it counts in the game and he doesn't have to repeat the whole dumb process again, but Fuuta whips his hands back like he's been burnt when Archer speaks up. And of course, as soon as he processes that question, he bristles. ]
Haa?! What's it to you?! [ For how stupid he acts, Fuuta isn't a completely moron; he isn't blind to what that question insinuates. He huffs as he grabs the dice up to slam them on the table closer to Archer as he snaps, ] Not like you've been acting like some hotshot casanova either, so don't go giving me shit!
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He'd given another awkward squeeze, then one more just to make sure it counts in the game and he doesn't have to repeat the whole dumb process again, but Fuuta whips his hands back like he's been burnt when Archer speaks up. And of course, as soon as he processes that question, he bristles. ]
Haa?! What's it to you?! [ For how stupid he acts, Fuuta isn't a completely moron; he isn't blind to what that question insinuates. He huffs as he grabs the dice up to slam them on the table closer to Archer as he snaps, ] Not like you've been acting like some hotshot casanova either, so don't go giving me shit!