Guts: what is happening as he sits on the couch Griffith is twerking and dancing on guts body arousing and erecting Guts thingy Griffith: don't worry about your wood I hope you enjoy what I'm doing if you worry that much then let me heal it in a sexy way for you Guts: Uhh I don't want that Griffith raises his eyes and eyebrow but returns back to his cold smirk and he places his soft hand gently caressing guts cheeks and big muscles Griffith: it is so stupid to change your mind you know that Guts removes his green hoodie and throws it outside of the window of the castle and his exposed to be wearing a black tank top and it says Guts is a loser Guts: have you wrote this Griffith: no why he asks confused and gives guts a stern