He wanted to avoid looking at Touma, not think about him, forget he was there entirely—but Touma made it impossible. His sneering presence filled a room like an open garbage can. He was just there in the corner of Shima’s eye, watching, definitely pawing at himself through his slacks like Shima wouldn't notice. Of course he'd touch himself to this, the fucking broken weirdo.
an excerpt from the first draft of objects, since you guys have waited so long for anything from it. it's still indefinitely delayed, but i can give you a lil taste.
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