[That single horrifying moment passes like a fart across a family's one and only fan planted in a single room of 95 degrees. Kondo's jaw drops, letting loose this creaking gasp right past his lips, his eyes widen comically while he reaches out for Aikuro]
Nooooooooo, not that one! It fit perfectly across my left pec, like it was painted on by a naked lady!
1/2 too....
Nooooooooo, not that one! It fit perfectly across my left pec, like it was painted on by a naked lady!