[Manabu awkwardly peers back at the sound of the door creaking. he's just standing there with a comb in his hand, hair all frizzed out from static...truly, a human pomeranean in some kind of distress.]
That--I mean... [hh.] You're not wrong, but that's not really...making me feel any better. I wish it did.
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That--I mean... [hh.] You're not wrong, but that's not really...making me feel any better. I wish it did.