[There she is, almost naked, and Atsushi can help but stare a bit, in absolute awe. He wonders if people get used to seeing this sort of thing. He doesn't think he ever will, nor does he want to. Much like good food, a beautiful sight never stops being satisfying, either.
He's distracted for a bit, but if she tries to take her dress, he'll protest and put it away neatly - or close enough, folded carefully over a chair. With Daifuku elsewhere, it should be safe like this.
Well... He should probably follow birthday suit, right? With her hands on his shoulders, he opens his shirt. She can take it off when he's done, or he'll do it himself; he really doesn't care either way.]
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He's distracted for a bit, but if she tries to take her dress, he'll protest and put it away neatly - or close enough, folded carefully over a chair. With Daifuku elsewhere, it should be safe like this.
Well... He should probably follow
birthdaysuit, right? With her hands on his shoulders, he opens his shirt. She can take it off when he's done, or he'll do it himself; he really doesn't care either way.]