[face and belly flushed red, Manabu sits propped up on his elbows, tail twitching irritably a bit before the unceremonious yank.]
Upfhh-! [he scrambles to prop himself up by his hands before one at a time can lift and get free of the armholes, his hair an instant mess and cheeks puffed with a pout he's not even thinking about expressing at all.]
I-it's because nothing fits me right... [short guy problems. he rubs at the back of his head to get the staticky feeling off his scalp before slumping back out of Grey's immediate space and looking up at him.
jeez, even a brief look gives him butterflies; he swallows as he draws his knees back up on either side of him and settles on his back again, freeing up his hands to reach up (move, groper-hand) to the buttons of Grey's own shirt.]
no subject
Upfhh-! [he scrambles to prop himself up by his hands before one at a time can lift and get free of the armholes, his hair an instant mess and cheeks puffed with a pout he's not even thinking about expressing at all.]
I-it's because nothing fits me right... [short guy problems. he rubs at the back of his head to get the staticky feeling off his scalp before slumping back out of Grey's immediate space and looking up at him.
jeez, even a brief look gives him butterflies; he swallows as he draws his knees back up on either side of him and settles on his back again, freeing up his hands to reach up (move, groper-hand) to the buttons of Grey's own shirt.]