[By the time Naoto arrives, Souji has carefully made sure the living room is innocuous and well-aired, and there's a discreet shopping bag sitting by one corner of the coffee table - just in case she wants to inspect the toys. He'd thought doing this over an impersonal medium would be easier - not having to look each other in the eye, or hear embarrassment in each other's voices - but this is fine too. He can stay professional.]
[Meanwhile, Naoto arrives shortly as said, but doesn't immediately enter. Come on, that would be rude. This was going to be so awkward - and if they were home, highly inappropriate despite them being friends due to age... but if she was having this conversation at home, Senpai would be older.]
[Argh, not the time to think about time discrepancies. She knocks on his door three times.]
[He gestures to the living room, with its large futon, small coffee table, and whiteboard on the wall, between two cat posters.]
Did you want anything to drink?
[Tea, coffee, or something to make the conversation less embarrassing, if such a magic drink exists. He has some local liquor, but he can't imagine Naoto asking for it... mm, unless it was in a hard-boiled detective's office, maybe.]
[It only takes a minute for Souji to heat the water and stir in the matcha powder, and then there's tea.]
Here.
Mm. So... where did you want to start?
[There's a little self-aware irony in his voice. He's under no illusion that they're going to make it through this conversation without blushes on both sides.]
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[She couldn't guarantee gathering anything too significant however.]
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I got a Silicone Slender-Flex Stimulator, a Pocket Rocket, and a vibrating cock ring.
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[Argh, not the time to think about time discrepancies. She knocks on his door three times.]
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Please, come in.
[He gestures to the living room, with its large futon, small coffee table, and whiteboard on the wall, between two cat posters.]
Did you want anything to drink?
[Tea, coffee, or something to make the conversation less embarrassing, if such a magic drink exists. He has some local liquor, but he can't imagine Naoto asking for it... mm, unless it was in a hard-boiled detective's office, maybe.]
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[And she'll enter now that she's been invited in. Of course there would be cat posters, but she doesn't comment.]
Tea would be great...
[She would try not to choke on it while they talked about... well, what they were inevitably going to discuss.]
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Here.
Mm. So... where did you want to start?
[There's a little self-aware irony in his voice. He's under no illusion that they're going to make it through this conversation without blushes on both sides.]
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[Good, something to calm her nerves and to appropriately choke on when this becomes too much.]
... I suppose we can start with... how your purchases have been working out for you.