Wow. What kind of place was Bixlow’s mind at again? Worse, what place did his own mind go right when hearing his best friend’s words? His brilliant brain certainly wasn’t easy to set in a state of e r r o r, but the series of images that were playing before his inner eye was wild.
Promptly Freed shook his head, as though in a desperate attempt to not think about this ridiculousness further. “No, Bixlow.” The only verbal response his bestie would get for now.
That Laxus’ ass was bootylicious beyond great wasn’t up to debate, nor that he liked to admire it but… this? Goddammit.