[He takes a dump but the first wipe comes out clean.
There I fixed it. A pristine shit.
There's more black to the ensemble than Diva usually wears, but with her hair put up, rather than cascading down her back, the proportion shouldn't be too strange. Commissioning a custom garment, there's no way in hell Takasugi was going to make something white with blue accents.
He's just to petty.
Sliding away from the table, Takasugi walks to Diva's side - closer than necessary - to pluck the hairpin from her hand. He holds it up near her forehead; the blue of the jewels compliments her eyes as well as he'd intended.]
Then I'll help you dress.
Your room? [A glance to the stairs, he assumes she's in the master suite.]
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There I fixed it. A pristine shit.
There's more black to the ensemble than Diva usually wears, but with her hair put up, rather than cascading down her back, the proportion shouldn't be too strange. Commissioning a custom garment, there's no way in hell Takasugi was going to make something white with blue accents.
He's just to petty.
Sliding away from the table, Takasugi walks to Diva's side - closer than necessary - to pluck the hairpin from her hand. He holds it up near her forehead; the blue of the jewels compliments her eyes as well as he'd intended.]
Then I'll help you dress.
Your room? [A glance to the stairs, he assumes she's in the master suite.]