[ The door slams, and here they are— two seemingly disparate people in one room. Momo's positioned himself on a chair in the corner of the room, wet shoes and shirt laid out on the floor where he hopes they'll dry out in the next few hours.
He feels a little awkward being caught like this, sitting with his chin resting on the back of this decrepit wooden half-chair, but. Oh well. ]
—Hey! Don't worry about it, my bad for making a mess already...!
[ Here he goes, getting up to pick up his clothes. ] It's been A Day [ emphasis on those words ], huh?
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He feels a little awkward being caught like this, sitting with his chin resting on the back of this decrepit wooden half-chair, but. Oh well. ]
—Hey! Don't worry about it, my bad for making a mess already...!
[ Here he goes, getting up to pick up his clothes. ] It's been A Day [ emphasis on those words ], huh?