[While Oikawa's busy playing with himself, Yosuke straps his designated kneepads on, over his trousers. Playing sports...stuff in uniform is gonna be foreseeably uncomfortable, but it's not like this is a real game or anything. Oikawa's just...showing him some stuff.]
Yeah, that was uh...pretty bad. At least save that up for something really dramatic.
[Like being chased by zombies, or something. But then again, who the fuck knows what that thing was. Is? Was.]
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Yeah, that was uh...pretty bad. At least save that up for something really dramatic.
[Like being chased by zombies, or something. But then again, who the fuck knows what that thing was. Is? Was.]