[ hiyori now has to wrestle (heh) with the fact that yato knows what color her panties are. the guy who puts on her uniforms and does some other QUESTIONABLE things who doesn't need to know what color her underwear is, knows. she keeps trying to tug the jersey top down farther over her thighs. if she takes up the jersey, then her bra will be showing. if she doesn't cover her bottom, her underwear is showing!
STOP STARING.
if hiyori were a little more depraved, she would agree that something is indeed fucked up. she's so busy stretching out this jersey that she doesn't catch the chirrup that yato does. nor does she have godcat ears, though.
with humiliated tears in her ears, she looks up and over yato's shoulder at the glowing eyes and forgets about her half-naked problems. ]
Ah! There it is! [ that has to be what's stealing her clothes!!
SHE'S MARCHING OVER. pink stripe panty-clad ass hanging out. ]
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STOP STARING.
if hiyori were a little more depraved, she would agree that something is indeed fucked up. she's so busy stretching out this jersey that she doesn't catch the chirrup that yato does. nor does she have godcat ears, though.
with humiliated tears in her ears, she looks up and over yato's shoulder at the glowing eyes and forgets about her half-naked problems. ]
Ah! There it is! [ that has to be what's stealing her clothes!!
SHE'S MARCHING OVER. pink stripe panty-clad ass hanging out. ]
HEY. Stop stealing all our clothes, you thief!!