[ Genya’s cheeks puff in indignation as large eyes narrow. Exactly right! He’d rather be a weapon than a toy! That expression quickly folds into a petulant scowl as his fingers pry at his belt buckle, trembling with nerves. It takes him a few tries to unbuckle and unzip the front of his pants, shoving them down to reveal his boxer shorts.
He turns his face up again, still glowing red with embarrassment and reluctance. Though his hands had hovered around the band of his boxers, in the end, he couldn’t go through with brazenly shoving them down too. ]
Is this enough?
[ Behind the camera, the cameraman whispers: it’s not enoughhhhhhh. ]
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He turns his face up again, still glowing red with embarrassment and reluctance. Though his hands had hovered around the band of his boxers, in the end, he couldn’t go through with brazenly shoving them down too. ]
Is this enough?
[ Behind the camera, the cameraman whispers: it’s not enoughhhhhhh. ]