003. draw me like one of your french girls

[ichidise]

[ Rarely has Shinichi ever invited someone into his room, blood-related or otherwise, and it doesn't take a lot of imagination to figure what kind of skeletons he's got hiding in there — scantily clad and of poor taste, probably.

Nonetheless, it's nearly 1:30 AM and tonight is a different kind of case. The seventeen year old sits with pen in hand amongst towers of magazines, doujins, novels — just about every paper-related ero medium imaginable. A sheet of blank paper lies at his knees, and for once in his pitiable, hermit life — he can't draw. He has several hardrives-worth of references to fish from, but he can't quite imagine the right pose.

It's been practically three hours now, and he won't last much longer, so the seventeen year old has taken the liberty of calling on his beloved family members with a rather urgent barrage of text messages. The door is wide open and he sits with his head in his hands — waiting for help. ]

[ Of course, in his text-based plea, Shinichi failed to mention that what he needs his family members to do is pose for.... well, porn. ]

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[eblindly]

[there's a loud stomping of feet heading shinichi's way and it's...aya. she skids to a stop and leaps into his room, slamming the door shut behind her. face red and covered in sweat, it can be inferred that she was working out beforehand — hah, as if she'd break a sweat running all the way to his room]

Hey.

[bondslave]

[she stumbles into his room, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she doesn't even bother concealing her yawn]

Babe, if this is you needing some more sex toys or something, I'm not doing a run for you at two in the goddamn morning.