[ There's nothing shy or subtle about Samatoki. Perhaps the moon is amplifying his bad boy image—it's definitely that—though, because he's not exactly this forward when it comes to intimacy.
That's the last thing on his mind right now, though. He's quick to unbutton his own shirt, too. One button's threads get snagged and he clicks his tongue in annoyance. He'll sew it back on later. His belt goes next once his shirt is off: unbuckle and pull. Then his pants—though his pants take some time, and he actually hops around on one foot trying to get it off. A string of curses leave his mouth as he hits the wall because they've stuck to his one leg.
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That's the last thing on his mind right now, though. He's quick to unbutton his own shirt, too. One button's threads get snagged and he clicks his tongue in annoyance. He'll sew it back on later. His belt goes next once his shirt is off: unbuckle and pull. Then his pants—though his pants take some time, and he actually hops around on one foot trying to get it off. A string of curses leave his mouth as he hits the wall because they've stuck to his one leg.
... Fuck. ]