𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍

The curious expression on his face had changed to one of thoughtfulness. It would be rude to reject a gift, even if it was one from a rival... "Well... I suppose I could see how it looks at the very least. I don't think it'd be worn for the next competition..."

He had averted his own gaze to be respectful to Vernon. Although, he couldn't help but sneak a quick look. When the helmet was shown to him, though... there was a look of curiosity crossing his face. "A helmet..? I normally don't wear those when I perform since they tend to +

The himbirds hands clenched harshly against Vern's reddened cheeks, letting his fingers sink into his trainers soft flesh. With a fluid motion Kumori would lift Vern up and down onto one of his hardened throbbing cocks, Kumori's own hips moving in a rough yet slow rhythm.

Well, that's not sounding ominous at all... the curious expression was still on his face. "Okay..? I guess it'll depend on what it is..."

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠.

He always thought that if he was going to have a trainer that they would be quite demanding, he got what he thought however not in the same way he assumed. If this continues then he's going to have a house full of eggs by the time they are done...

Sylus would turn towards the source of the voice, a tilt of his head being given, as well as an interested gaze in his eye. "What's up, Vernon? I thought that you'd have already left by now..."