[He's not wearing a shirt. And those damn white pants again. And the space between his shoulders itches like a healing wound. He carefully stands, avoiding looking at the fact that Naoto's wearing the thin New Feather dress and nothing else.
Just the mere thought makes his cheeks flush darker and he tilts his head up to the sun filtering in through the forest's canopy.]
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Just the mere thought makes his cheeks flush darker and he tilts his head up to the sun filtering in through the forest's canopy.]
Do I got a pair of girly wings?
[This is a serious question, Naoto.]