[ Yata gasps when his grip slips a little and he's touching her bare midriff, but he'll persevere. His friend's social life is at stake! ]
No! Don't... go!
[ His cheek is pressed against her back as he holds her tighter, trying to plant his feet firmly on the ground. Looking feverish while doing this goes without saying. ]
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No! Don't... go!
[ His cheek is pressed against her back as he holds her tighter, trying to plant his feet firmly on the ground. Looking feverish while doing this goes without saying. ]
Okay. I think... I think I got her!