[ Meanwhile, Karamatsu is decked out in a zipped up leather jacket, tight ripped jeans that he could probably hardly move his legs in (he knew that accentuated his ass and whatever little package he had below) and some kind of boots that had more of a feminine heel to them. They looked like cowboy boots? And didn't match at all.
He exits the room, quietly, and makes his way down the hallway, down the stairs— as if he was on a catwalk with the way he would stride ahead of Ichimatsu.
He's about to head out the door, but maybe Ichimatsu should get the sardines first. ]
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[ Meanwhile, Karamatsu is decked out in a zipped up leather jacket, tight ripped jeans that he could probably hardly move his legs in (he knew that accentuated his ass and whatever little package he had below) and some kind of boots that had more of a feminine heel to them. They looked like cowboy boots? And didn't match at all.
He exits the room, quietly, and makes his way down the hallway, down the stairs— as if he was on a catwalk with the way he would stride ahead of Ichimatsu.
He's about to head out the door, but maybe Ichimatsu should get the sardines first. ]