( There are any number of things that could have been requested from Makoto's side. Another serious truth, some sort of sex act, sure— but whatever it is that's making him request this has Esikko pausing, a little laugh the only thing that escapes for a good few seconds.
But then, he curls his hand in front of his face. Umm. )
My underwear? Why?
( It's not that he's fully against it, or anything, but... he's sustained a number of injuries that make it a little awkward to strip himself. Bruises, scratches, simple little things, but they add up, and the one on his arm is nasty enough that he doesn't want to be questioned, so... )
If it's a dare, I suppose I could... But are you going to stare at me the entire time I undress?
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But then, he curls his hand in front of his face. Umm. )
My underwear? Why?
( It's not that he's fully against it, or anything, but... he's sustained a number of injuries that make it a little awkward to strip himself. Bruises, scratches, simple little things, but they add up, and the one on his arm is nasty enough that he doesn't want to be questioned, so... )
If it's a dare, I suppose I could... But are you going to stare at me the entire time I undress?