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“Don’t feel bad. There was no chance for you to begin with.”
He couldn’t stop the anger that boiled inside of him at Takeru’s words. “You’re wrong! The Digital World is mine by right, and nothing you can do is going to stop me from proving it!”
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"……." He sighed. "I didn’t come here to have you diss on my glasses frame… I just wanted to know if you could.. make me an outfit…"
“I apologize. It was insensitive, though if I may suggest, you are quite attractive and would look much better with a wire frame.” Ryouma outlines Takeru’s face and then steps back, looking him over. “Very nice. Your body is exquisitely proportioned.”
“You may come in on one condition. You are not to tell anyone of anything you see inside my house. If you do, it may be…unpleasant.”
"Are you that guy that can make really.. good outfits?"
"How did you get in the gate? Security guards are useless. They're supposed to keep people from my home but..." He paused. "Those are a very unsightly pair of glasses."
"I’ll do what you say, please don’t hurt him!"
Ken grinned, twirling the whip in his hand. "You'll do as I say, hm? Anything for your precious Taichi..." He leaned forward, whispering in the other's ear: "Too bad I can't UN-hurt him."
"You make cute expressions when you’re asleep and all alone…"
"Wow, thanks. Glad to know my nightmares are adorable to you. Now please creep on someone else from now on."
"This leash is such a flattering color on you…"
"Get it the fuck off!"
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"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Ken's eyes were narrowed as he tugged at the offending thing. "Take it off. Now."
Be a Good Boy
Waking up in a bed not his own was not an experience Ken was familiar with. Waking up restrained in some manner was, concerningly enough, becoming a common situation. The chain collar bolted to the bedpost chafed painfully against his skin, choking him as he yanked at it. His breath was fast picking up, pupils large and heart speeding. If there was one thing Ken hated, it was feeling confined. Someone thought it would be fun to make him helpless, and he feared finding out who.
