[ Yata blinks, freezing for a moment as he stares at Saru, speechless. And this time when the red creeps up the back of his neck, it's for a completely different sort of self-consciousness. But he's no longer settling comfortably on Saru's lap either, squirming to get free with intent this time.
Look, that's a sore spot, okay.
He jerks to his feet as abruptly as if Saru had stabbed him, turning away and avoiding Saru's gaze. ]
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Look, that's a sore spot, okay.
He jerks to his feet as abruptly as if Saru had stabbed him, turning away and avoiding Saru's gaze. ]
Ass.