| [May. 3rd, 2010|05:52 pm] |
"She doesn't want my dick!" he squawked, alarmed. "She wants me to mount her! Why would she want my dick? If she wants a dick, she can talk to her familiar about making her human and then get a henge. She doesn't get mine." He shook his head, disturbed about Ginta's take on things -- what did Ginta think they got up to? -- and looked around the room. "Besides, I bet not all these guys want your dick, so you don't have to worry." He turned to the man next to him, smiling. "Do you want Ginta's dick?"
The man -- who'd been talking with someone else, glanced over sharply. "Excuse me?"
Kuromaru gestured toward Ginta. "Ginta. My friend. Do you want his dick?"
His gaze flickered past Kuromaru, danced up and down Ginta, and then flicked back. "Is this a trick question?"
Kuromaru eyed him, then finally turned back to Ginta. "I don't think he's very smart."
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