#And Akatsuki is deeply uncomfortable being surrounded by men who at the minimum have seven year's on her.

[grey-eyed-menace]

"...so, uh, is it a bad time to mention that Foster freaks me the fuck out?"

Akatsuki turns to Eisuke with wide eyes, who in turn arches a brow.

"Really?"

"Eisuke in case you've fucking forgotten in the last ten minutes of your life, I'm an underwieght nineteen year old. I generally try to ignore the fact that most of the men in my life find me attractive by virtue of fact that if I do I'm going to have a very ugly panic attack, so him calling me 'Sexy Bones' is not helping that continued willful ignorance."

"...is this why you began screaming about stereotypes three minutes into the Carolina fiasco?"

"You're just now asking that!?"