[ He feels as though he is supposed to look away. His eyes shift to the side, a touch of color sprinkling the apples of his cheeks, as he glances back and then away again.
. . . It's a little unfair, he thinks, how effortlessly fit some people appear.
Though he has no way of knowing how much he works out or not. And as an idol he isn't supposed to put on too much muscle mass... probably.
Ahem. He finishes trying to awkwardly fold the clothes. He's still no good at it, but once finished, he reaches a tentacle up. ]
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. . . It's a little unfair, he thinks, how effortlessly fit some people appear.
Though he has no way of knowing how much he works out or not. And as an idol he isn't supposed to put on too much muscle mass... probably.
Ahem. He finishes trying to awkwardly fold the clothes. He's still no good at it, but once finished, he reaches a tentacle up. ]
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