>>82818309Okay, I have a hypothetical for you. Imagine: Mori Hololive comes to your place at night and tells you she HAS to show you her new dance. Before you can even answer, she starts busting out some weeb rap about wanting you to be her kawaii delinquent and grow a pompadour for her. She faces away from you and starts dropping it low like a delinquent character doing yankee squats. It's all really cringe but you let it slide because she's your oshi. Suddenly, SCHRRIIIIP! All that squatting put too much pressure on the seat of her pants. Your heart skips a beat as the seams of her jeans burst, starting from her crotch and running up her butt, all the way to her belt. The denim heavens part, and Callie Moriope's ass appears. The pale globes of her buttocks seem to glow from within her black pants, the spread crack between them scantly covered by a lacy thong. Mori doesn't realize what just happened, but sees the shock on your face. "You don't like my new rap?" she pouts. As she stands up, she feels a breeze. She puts a hand to her butt, and gasps when her fingers touch bare skin. "YO," she yelps, spinning to face you and covering her backside with her hands. "You gotta tell ya boy when her buns are out, deadbeat!" You can't help but chuckle a little. She grimaces, her face fully red, but finally decides to try and laugh off the embarrassment. If that happened to you, would you call her "the grim ripper?" Think about it. (It's a pun about ripping her pants.)
