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“….like those in yourrr…?” Lucian was rather lost. He couldn’t think of how to complete that sentence. “…in your home?” His expression was quizzical as he looked down at Groove and quirked a brow. This guy sure could be odd sometimes. “…I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
“Jacket.” He stuttered a little, eying his jacket on the side a bit, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. He remembered back a few years ago, playing a guessing game with His makua, Tarug told him One day, your guessing talent is gonna put ya on the ropes. And them I’ll make mah self some hot chocolate. I love hot chocolate. Damn flash backs!
“Jacket?…” He glanced at where Groove was gesturing, still confused yet curious. Peeking into the hood, he noticed there was something inside. His eyes flickered between Groove and the hood for a moment before reaching inside, pulling out one of his ‘novels’. “…this?” Upon seeing the cover, he stiffened a bit, lips pressing into a firm line.

Ears lowering, he quickly felt heat rising to his cheeks. “….u-um…..I….”

Is this…h-homoerotic…Is that what he was trying to say?
Hesitantly flipping through it, he quickly shut the book and set it down, covering his face and whimpering in embarrassment. “…s-sorry I pried…”
Groove was left on his stomach, shaking a little bit as he slowly crawled, trying to stop lucian.

“I uh, My novels are..sorry”, he felt so guilty, so lewd, as if he should be locked up for this. His imported doujins, his bubblegum romances. They were discovered! He just kind of laid on the grass a bit, embarrassed himself.