| [May. 3rd, 2010|05:56 pm] |
"Your shirt's very nice," Ginta agreed. "But I think mesh might be sending mixed signals in here. If your pants were tighter, people would be sure you wanted them to want your balls." He stretched out his leg, propping the heavy cast up and wiggling his toes. His own stylishly tight pants, he mourned, had had to have one leg sacrificed for the sake of the cast. He'd slit it carefully up the side seam, in hopes they could be repaired.
"I'm okay with just sitting here watching other guys dance for a bit. It's actually kind of tiring, dancing on crutches." |
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