[h1][b][u]Ryuu Yamauchi[/u][/b][/h1]

When Ryuu turned around, he was greeted by-

[color=f9ad81]Thighs.[/color]

Huh. That's interesting. A walking pair of [color=f9ad81]thigh[/color]s. They were [color=fdc68a]creamy[/color] and [color=fff79a]soft-looking[/color]. Almost like [color=f6989d]hotdogs[/color]. Corndogs, even. They looked like they were glassed... or maybe those thighs were made of marble?  Marble, creamy thighs...? No, that didn't make sense. Regardless of whatever the hell the thighs were made of, however, Ryuu could only fall in love with those [color=f9ad81]thigh[/color]s.

For a second.

Because he looked up and saw one hell of a woman. A fishy-looking one, at that.

Fishy or not, her thighs were-

[i]Stop.[/i]

After halting himself from turning his mind into some sort of gravure magazine, the otaku listened intently. Apparently, he was a part of some sort of resistance group solely because his life sucked. And he would probably be paid less doing this rather than working at his anime store. Great stuff!

"...Hmph."

A familiar, deathly aura emitted from Ryuu as he followed the "leader" of the team. He planned on asking something to the woman who explained the plan, but... alas, the familiar misleading aura that tended to cover his intentions seemed to pop up when it was most unneeded. He opened his mouth once in a while, only to turn it into a clenched scowl whenever he missed his chance to talk without feeling awkward.

This continued endlessly.