[A quietly victorious chuckle bubbles in Matoba's throat, delighted with the glare he gets from Rokurou in its wake. But so predictable was this man; he's leaning against his body, already feeling the blood rush downward.]

[He might have tasted the fudge from the communal tubs once, yeah, but he also fucked him into a cake. There's surely no rock bottom to his perversion when it comes to sweets! He can't escape now.]

Oh, what a gracious early birthday gift, [He rolls his eyes as he leans away again and grips onto the back to whisk it away from Ro as quickly as possible, like a toddler snatching up his ball and stomping off.] I'm not a child, I know my limits.

[He drags the box over to the part of the apartment he's claimed for his own little pile of clothing and things and sits it there with a note of finality. This is his box of dicks!! See? Not a child.]

It's in about four days, so this should last plenty until then.