[ Now having the knowledge that touching them might not be the most sensible thing to do in her state, Tamaki has no real choice but to just take it. It seemed easy enough to live with for now, too. Just some tentacles messing up his clothes is nothing some laundry can't help. Or so he tries to convince himself that it was. With enough mind power and avoidance skills, he could able to keep each other away from any possibly regrettable situations. ]

Oh. it's--Agh-- not? [ Smart. Because acting dumb and avoiding the evidence is exactly the smart thing to do at this moment. ] I-- well, it's not like you can help it, right? I-It's fine, maybe we can just...wait it out.... [ Double smart. Tamaki's completely aware that his genius plan might not work. It was worth a shot though, right?

Wrong. Feigning innocence wasn't an option here, and he'd realize it the hard way when that viscid touch sneaks under his clothes and comes to contact with his skin. The idea of tentacles invading his personal space had him on his toes already, but for some reason, the substance coming from them felt warm and almost tingly to the touch, drawing a shuddered moan out of him. If this is how it felt for him, then how was Takane holding up?

After pointedly avoiding her glance for so long, he gathers the courage to glance at her, and only whips his head away again to not peek into her collar. Shit there were no loopholes to avoid this. Hoping Takane has enough kindness in her to forgive him, he bites the bullet and brings up the more obvious solution. ]

On the other hand, d'you think it'll stop if we...y'know.