[If Yosuke ever feels like bringing it up, ever, Souji will listen to him. That's how they worked, they listened to each other, they beat the crap out of each other when the other didn't listen, they argued and discussed. They were best friends and Souji will be damned if he turns him down for that.
...he's very tempted to touch them. But Souji keeps hands to himself. For now.]
I think I might be Iris. I don't see myself as an aggressive person in any way. [Though, who knows. Maybe he really is some kind of hidden rebel.
Souji gives him a flat look-] That doesn't make me rich. I'm not their pimp. [He... can't deny the famous part though. He still can't figure out 'why'. Guess no one will ever know.]
Pheromones huh... [Souji rubs his chin, tilting his head. What does this remind him off... he can't say properly.] It's like... a mix of things. You smell like... autumn colors.
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...he's very tempted to touch them. But Souji keeps hands to himself. For now.]
I think I might be Iris. I don't see myself as an aggressive person in any way. [Though, who knows. Maybe he really is some kind of hidden rebel.
Souji gives him a flat look-] That doesn't make me rich. I'm not their pimp. [He... can't deny the famous part though. He still can't figure out 'why'. Guess no one will ever know.]
Pheromones huh... [Souji rubs his chin, tilting his head. What does this remind him off... he can't say properly.] It's like... a mix of things. You smell like... autumn colors.