[ Yuji doesn’t quite have the sense of modesty needed to be embarrassed about the fact that he’s now naked and sitting in his best friend’s lap. He’s far too happy about the fact that he isn’t stuck as a dog and he’s been able to turn back, thank goodness. He was concerned he’d be a puppy for hours, or even days…
He only reacts when suddenly his face hurts from being scratched and he’s falling back, dropping onto the ground and frowning a little. He didn’t think Megumi would be that bothered by it, but he had been pretty put out by sensei being naked in front of him…
Rubbing his cheek, he scrambles up to his feet. ]
… Sorry, Fushiguro.
[ He glances between his friend and the door before he steps around him, coming out in a pair of low hanging pants and fumbling with a shirt. ]
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He only reacts when suddenly his face hurts from being scratched and he’s falling back, dropping onto the ground and frowning a little. He didn’t think Megumi would be that bothered by it, but he had been pretty put out by sensei being naked in front of him…
Rubbing his cheek, he scrambles up to his feet. ]
… Sorry, Fushiguro.
[ He glances between his friend and the door before he steps around him, coming out in a pair of low hanging pants and fumbling with a shirt. ]
I didn’t know I was turning back.