Okay, that squeak definitely isn't manly at all, but what am I supposed to do when Hiroto picks me up like this? I flail a bit, kicking my feet as much as I can and flapping my hands about. Blood's rushing to my head, at least as much blood isn't rushing... elsewhere, and I scramble at my pocket where it's pinned against Hiroto's shoulder, trying to get Speedor's Engine Soul out.
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Date: 2012-09-28 08:24 pm (UTC)He doesn't need to be present for this.