"See how I've got my hair to curl," Honda says in an excited voice, and Otogi, sprawled on the bed in the corner, gives a long-suffering sigh. Pegasus oohs and aahs though, and "look at my eyeliner," Honda tells him proudly.
It's not written anywhere that a man can't have curly hair; and, as for eye makeup, well, give him five minutes, and Otogi can summon a legion of fangirls, any time, any place, to tell you how manly that is. And why his boyfriend had to take it into his head to become a woman, just so he could make himself look pretty, well that's all the proof you need that Honda Hiroto has lost his mind.
Not that you're going to get Pegasus to tell him that. "Those are so natural," his voice is assessing.
And "they look even better without this in the way," Honda reaches for his bra hooks and Otogi almost gags.
"Oh, they do," says Pegasus; a slight pause, "and they feel even better."
Otogi leaves the apartment altogether; he's in his convertible, doing 85 miles per hour before he even lets himself think about what's happening. At least Honda's a pretty girl, that part's not so bad he supposes. He's bi anyway, so really it shouldn't bother him. Lately though, his boyfriend's been talking about his lesbian feelings. He's been talking about them around Pegasus, and that part could get dangerous. Because Honda's got this fantasy about Shizuka, about the two of them together, and a big bowl of whipped cream. If he and Pegasus decide to make some phone calls and set up a threesome, well Otogi doesn't want to be around to see that.