[He follows her hands and feels the clasp, frowning in slight confusion, tugging it gently this way and that before he remembers the probably singular time Lala showed him a bra strap for some reason or another. A figurative light bulb goes off over his head and he carefully pops the clasp undone, sitting back and looking quite pleased with himself as he pulls it apart. He makes a point of keeping eye contact as he does it, to show he's not immediately just hungry for the tiddy.]
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