[ Be fortunate. He's trying... or so he thinks, but a flame of worry in his chest was flaring bright enough to distort a healthy sense of self-preservation. ]

Hasumi-kun... a Submissive? Now there's something that's hard to picture...

[ It's funny... -- or it would be under way different circumstances, probably. A hostess that's dressed to kill passes them by with heels clicking loudly and a glittering tray of drinks, and Kaoru finds it impossible to resist something when she's offering it for free: it's a cocktail with a splash of something tropic, he guesses while stirring his straw through its pink contents. ]

Hmm~ .... I wasn't trying to say you weren't doing your absolute best, Senacchi. Everyone knows how stubborn you are, yeah? And it's not like I'm about to just roll over and give up or anything... [ The smallest sip sip. ] -- it's just a lot to take in, even when compared to the kind of chaotic messes we've been through? [ Sippy. ] Forming a contract to save each other from living in trash sounds oddly romantic, though. Is that what you've been up to?

Ah... -- actually, are any of our classmates up to your standards, even? [ Okay. Now he's just teasing, and with the stupidest smile. ] Well? Wellll?