Itsuki was lurking in the back (somewhat relieved that the lie had been consolidated). It would be easy to ignore him, since there was the attention-drawing, sculpture-hard, muscular horse-man standing there...
And yet, he was being ignored. This was a new one for Kaunko, who had been the death of many a party. He, who had been there when many drunken relatives revealed dirty secrets about friends and family, he who had been there when pants ripped at the worst possible time before a job interview, he, who had been there at every cat scare from a movie making the audience scream, was being ignored.
It made him pout. "I, yes... yes, young master. I'm coming," he said, but even when he tried to make it sound suggestive enough to get an R rating smacked into the conversation, there was an undeniable tone of self-consciousness in his voice. He even looked back at Itsuki, the only person in the room who felt as uncomfortable as the demon did.
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And yet, he was being ignored. This was a new one for Kaunko, who had been the death of many a party. He, who had been there when many drunken relatives revealed dirty secrets about friends and family, he who had been there when pants ripped at the worst possible time before a job interview, he, who had been there at every cat scare from a movie making the audience scream, was being ignored.
It made him pout. "I, yes... yes, young master. I'm coming," he said, but even when he tried to make it sound suggestive enough to get an R rating smacked into the conversation, there was an undeniable tone of self-consciousness in his voice. He even looked back at Itsuki, the only person in the room who felt as uncomfortable as the demon did.
"Well, I'd never..."