[Armin will leave the yelling at the television entirely up to Ann. Partially because the only thing he yells at is trees and then only in a meditative sort of way. And partially (mostly, really) because the woman on the screen might not be real, but she certainly looks real enough to affect certain parts of his anatomy.
It's her breasts, really. They are like nothing he's ever seen before. You might possibly find this sort of sight in the lewdest, most high-end brothels in inner Sina, but he's certainly never visited any of those. The most exposure he has had to breasts is the clothed ones of his fellow trainees (and he's certainly always tried to be polite enough not to stare, even after an unexpected downpour had left the white shirts of many of the girls practically see-through) and the one dirty little sketchbook he had found hidden away in one of the rarely read library books, a hidden treasure left there by some previous trainee.
A dark flush works his way onto his cheeks as he realises just what is happening, and he tears his gaze away (meaningless really, it feels like every thought has been wiped out of his head and has been replaced by those gently bouncing breasts), folding his hands over his lap to try and hide what would otherwise be a rather obvious erection.]
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It's her breasts, really. They are like nothing he's ever seen before. You might possibly find this sort of sight in the lewdest, most high-end brothels in inner Sina, but he's certainly never visited any of those. The most exposure he has had to breasts is the clothed ones of his fellow trainees (and he's certainly always tried to be polite enough not to stare, even after an unexpected downpour had left the white shirts of many of the girls practically see-through) and the one dirty little sketchbook he had found hidden away in one of the rarely read library books, a hidden treasure left there by some previous trainee.
A dark flush works his way onto his cheeks as he realises just what is happening, and he tears his gaze away (meaningless really, it feels like every thought has been wiped out of his head and has been replaced by those gently bouncing breasts), folding his hands over his lap to try and hide what would otherwise be a rather obvious erection.]