[Dice is running down the hall, fumbling with keys, getting inside, rushing to the bedroom and... dropping his phone. And the nondescript bag he's holding.
Crossing to the bed, he reaches out, looking so out of place in his host club finery, and runs a reverent hand up Gentaro's exposed leg.]
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[Dice is running down the hall, fumbling with keys, getting inside, rushing to the bedroom and... dropping his phone. And the nondescript bag he's holding.
Crossing to the bed, he reaches out, looking so out of place in his host club finery, and runs a reverent hand up Gentaro's exposed leg.]
Hey, babe. Sorry I'm so late.