[ those are fighting words. kaiser opens his mouth to rebut, but he thinks better of it, smacking isagi's wrist to force his hand away before brusquely grabbing isagi's shirt out of his lap — no, he doesn't give a fuck if he gets his grubby hands on isagi's thighs in the process, this is not about that — and crams it over isagi's head. he won't be reprising the night before and literally dressing isagi, though, isagi can do the rest himself.
also, the hand on the chin thing is his move!! he did it first!!! fuck off!!!! ]
Put that on, clown, we're not doing this here.
[ if somebody walked in on them, or even worse, if a camera happened to catch this: kaiser would be forced to immediately start attempting to kill himself on livestream.
anyway, he's not waiting for isagi to fully put his shirt back on before he grabs him, pulls him up, and begins pushing him out of the locker room. isagi gets no points for guessing where kaiser is leading them. at least he's getting closer to his book? ]
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also, the hand on the chin thing is his move!! he did it first!!! fuck off!!!! ]
Put that on, clown, we're not doing this here.
[ if somebody walked in on them, or even worse, if a camera happened to catch this: kaiser would be forced to immediately start attempting to kill himself on livestream.
anyway, he's not waiting for isagi to fully put his shirt back on before he grabs him, pulls him up, and begins pushing him out of the locker room. isagi gets no points for guessing where kaiser is leading them. at least he's getting closer to his book? ]