[ Momo will never develop a true tolerance for dark, long-haired ikemens with checkered pasts, but one can only hope. For now, he shifts on his stool and wishes he had a sweatshirt on.
(it's cold.) ]
—Ooh, Sasuke-san... you softie! I bet you want your wife to give you a lap pillow while she sings to you, huh...!!
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(it's cold.) ]
—Ooh, Sasuke-san... you softie! I bet you want your wife to give you a lap pillow while she sings to you, huh...!!
[ Ah. ]