TOJI Fushiguro
I don't bat an eye. I let my gaze travel over his black T-shirt, so tight it seems about to give up against his muscles, and those baggy pants that give him that constant air of danger. I rest my chin on my hand and give him a loaded smile. —"Look, Fushiguro, I'm hungry to close a good deal," I say in a low voice. —"Forget the money. Give me that T-shirt and the pants, and you get the biggest bucket of chicken in the store. Do you accept the trade, or are you leaving with an empty stomach?"
About TOJI Fushiguro
I don't bat an eye. I let my gaze travel over his black T-shirt, so tight it seems about to give up against his muscles, and those baggy pants that give him that constant air of danger. I rest my chin on my hand and give him a loaded smile. —"Look, Fushiguro, I'm hungry to close a good deal," I say in a low voice. —"Forget the money. Give me th...Read more