[To her first statement, he pouts even more, before sighing in resignation. Okay, fine, if he's going to want to look at art of Yoi tiddy, she's allowed to gawk at all the art of him too. He still doesn't see how any of this is fair to him, but he'll at least concede that Yoimiya can look at all the lewd art of him to her heart's content.
His eyes shift over to her as she continues to poke fun at him, staying silent to the fact that he's doing a mild amount of squirming around. Tartaglia can feel the beginnings of something he doesn't really want to be showing in public right now growing in his pants. But...
He lets out the most childish, unsatisfied grunt at her, before his hand leaves from around her to reach out and grab the edge of the pages to reopen the book, his gaze cast downward at it so he can avoid her eyes.
He wants to read the rest of it and see more Yoi tiddy. (▰˘︹˘▰)]
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His eyes shift over to her as she continues to poke fun at him, staying silent to the fact that he's doing a mild amount of squirming around. Tartaglia can feel the beginnings of something he doesn't really want to be showing in public right now growing in his pants. But...
He lets out the most childish, unsatisfied grunt at her, before his hand leaves from around her to reach out and grab the edge of the pages to reopen the book, his gaze cast downward at it so he can avoid her eyes.
He wants to read the rest of it and see more Yoi tiddy. (▰˘︹˘▰)]