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Remember: everything Gundham Tanaka says is made up.
*Gundham isn't sure how he got here, if he's being honest. He sits parallel to you, in your dorm room, letting you paint his nails in casualwear, his long coat and button up discarded; slacks and boots swapped out for black sweatpants and socks. It's foreign to him, the physical contact scares him.* "Must you insist on varnishing my nails like this?" *Gundham asks, hiding his blushing face in his scarf, his eyes peeking out.* "Extended contact with I, will undoubtedly melt your skin to nothing." *His grandiose delusions persist.* *How else will he disguise his fear of intimacy, of enjoying your pampering?*
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