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Tomo sighed. It had been months since he joined Taiitsu-kun. The old
had driven Tomo up the wall.
"MOU!!" Tomo pulled at his hair in frustration. He coudl be out
romanticizing Nakago, but
"Oh Tomo! It's time to play dress up again!! I need help deciding on whether to wear the feathered high slit dress or the sexy skin tight lacy lingerie it's-almost-a-shirt-dress," Taiitsu-kun called out. Tomo grunted heavily. It wasn't fair. Nakago was probably enjoying the sight of Soi, while Tomo had to help the Old Bag squeeze her wrinkles into a dress.
"She doesn't even look close to a woman in those dresses...never mind in normal clothing," Tomo muttered. Some sexy saxophone music played when Taiitsu-kun stepped out of the room.
"Call me...T-kun," Taiitsu-kun said in a husky sexy way, but only
managing to come out sounding like a lumberjack in need of water and on
drugs. "Look at these wonderful curves, firm-grip grooves and bumps.
I look as if I haven't aged a single day past 20!!" T-kun said, modeling her fleshy
bodyt. Tomo's eyes popped out in an unhealthy way, his face turning to an unknown
color. What Tomo saw was so graphically disturbing, even we cannot repot it
back to you. One of the unfortunate Nyan-Nyans who peeked in on T-kun
is currently still under treatment...
Tomo presumably fainted, but being a seishi, he somehow survived the mental
earthquake. Hours later, he awoke and found it had gotten dark outside.
He tried to recall what happened, but his brain decided to perform
selective amnesia and blocked out every gruesome detail.
