[oh no now he's doing it on purpose. Manabu foolishly peers over the bridge of his nose and sees Kazuma up to things again with what absolutely must be murderous intent because his back seems...more?? pronounced?
is it?? or is Manabu using the single fiber of imagination he has in his empty head.
Manabu winds up cleaning the same spot of the bar for the remainder of chair torture, wearing an expression that's a mix of vexation and genuine curiosity as his train of thought keeps shifting tracks between how dare he and were his trapezius muscles that pronounced the last time he saw him without a shirt on?? ...when was the last time he saw him without a shirt on? the Gate???]
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[oh no now he's doing it on purpose. Manabu foolishly peers over the bridge of his nose and sees Kazuma up to things again with what absolutely must be murderous intent because his back seems...more?? pronounced?
is it?? or is Manabu using the single fiber of imagination he has in his empty head.
Manabu winds up cleaning the same spot of the bar for the remainder of chair torture, wearing an expression that's a mix of vexation and genuine curiosity as his train of thought keeps shifting tracks between how dare he and were his trapezius muscles that pronounced the last time he saw him without a shirt on?? ...when was the last time he saw him without a shirt on? the Gate???]