Good afternoon. [It's really not morning anymore. This is also -- really not at all what he expected to see. There is friendship, and then there is sleeping until late afternoon at someone else's house and wandering around searching for their lighter in underwear and an unbuttoned shirt, which suggests a relationship several degrees beyond best friends.
Well, it's absolutely none of his business.
It's also not his business where Tenpou might have gotten the unpleasant, puckered scar across his belly that's a near-perfect match for Hakkai's own.
He clears his throat, politely averting his eyes.]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy.
[Translation: please put pants on. Or, at the very least, Tenpou, button your shirt.]
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Well, it's absolutely none of his business.
It's also not his business where Tenpou might have gotten the unpleasant, puckered scar across his belly that's a near-perfect match for Hakkai's own.
He clears his throat, politely averting his eyes.]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy.
[Translation: please put pants on. Or, at the very least, Tenpou, button your shirt.]