[What was going on? A bit dumbfounded, Sukuna leaned forward halfway towards Okakou, bent halfway over the table. His expression was openly curious, one eyebrow arched, hands braced against the edges of the table as if he expected to need a hasty retreat. He couldn't read Okakou's expression precisely, and it was making his heart rate pick up anxiously in anticipation.]
Of course I do. What next?
[Was she going to make him do something embarrassing or something worse?]
no subject
Of course I do. What next?
[Was she going to make him do something embarrassing or something worse?]