[Nor does he ever intend to show off said luxury goods, this prime cut of filet, this... okay, this is getting gross. Ryuji thought he was doing her a solid by hiding behind the chair, not realizing that it creates a silhouette of disaster.
Either way, he's working on his blush at the moment when he goes to hold his hand out for the towel, and instead it smacks him in the face and drapes downward onto his outstretched arm.
Quickly, and efficiently, he covers up his lower bod.]
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Either way, he's working on his blush at the moment when he goes to hold his hand out for the towel, and instead it smacks him in the face and drapes downward onto his outstretched arm.
Quickly, and efficiently, he covers up his lower bod.]
Ok. I'm as decent as I'm ever gonna be.
[Wait...]