"Hey…"
"What?" The redhead looked over to his fellow student with a quirked brow.
"What kind of girls do you like?"
Shoot blinked, flushing a bit to look away from Knuckle, "Well I don't really know. I don't ever think about stuff like that."
With arms crossed, Knuckle quirked a brow, "Never!? You mean to tell me that you've never bothered to make the decision that every man needs to!?"
"What decision is that exactly?"
"Are you…," Knuckle paused for effect, "A boobs man or an ass man!?"
Shoot's face had gotten as red as his hair, "Who thinks about that stuff!?"
"You mean you never bothered!? Hold on!", he pointed in the direction of a woman walking by, "Tell me that isn't nice."
The shyer of the two shook his head, "I can't even look!"
"See…that's your problem Shoot. You're way too timid! You won't even look! Well that's okay! I came prepared today!"
"P-prepared!? What does that even mean!?"
Knuckle pulled up what looked like a purse.
"K…Knuckle…is that a purse?"
"No. It's a man bag!"
"That is definitely a purse."
"Shut up! It holds my stuff. I'm a manly man! MAN BAG!"
Shoot looked horrified when Knuckle pulled out something pink with white polka dots.
Knuckle beamed and slammed his hand on the table with the object in question, "It's a shame that it has to be like this, but you've left me no choice!"
"K-Knuckle…are those…?"
"Yes! Now gaze upon their glory!"
Shoot looked for a moment before shifting his eyes, "Why in the world do you have this!?"
"For the sake of your manliness….gaze upon the panties man! How can you say no to them!?"
"I'm not saying no…I'm just…where did you get them!?"
"Store. Now imagine these on a fine lady."
"First you have a purse and in your purse you have women's underwear. I'm not sure if I can hang out with you anymore…"
"HUH!?"
"Knuckle…you have progressed into a weirdo."
"What the hell Shoot!? This is about teaching you a lesson! I'm not the weird one! You are!"
He just shook his head.
"So…I want you to picture this on the babe of your dreams. Right now. What's the kind of girl that you wouldn't be able to resist no matter what?"
Oh my goodness! Now the amputee had to find a way to possibly tell Knuckle that instead of following instructions, he imagined them on the guy sitting across from him.
"Why are you snickering so hard like that? Are you imagining weird things!?"
"Pffft….no…"
"Yes you are!"
He had a hand over his mouth to try suppressing his snickers, "N-no…I'm not…"
"The hell man!?"
Of course, he wasn't usually this talkative or laughed so hard, not usually. Only Knuckle could make that happen.