( . . . too many praises. he's embarrassed. doesn't know how to deal with it. just pretend his face isn't red, and everything will be good! ) w-well...! i guess you do have a point...! hm, fine. i'll let you win this once. but only this once—!

i will

N O O G I E S .

( pouts, pouts! ) ya' gotta! it's an order!

that's not what i asked for, saihara-chan.

for some reason you're making me want to choke you

do i want to beat you is the question

stop this

( well, maybe not something like he had, but ouma definitely thought she did have the qualities to have her own thing going on. ) you talking like that, i start getting worried...! i won't feel like i'll be able to take my eyes off you all for one second-!

harder

you're ACTUALLY making me want to do it.

you keep asking me this and the answer keeps being the same

my finger's bleeding

i didn't notice i was chewing on it so much? oops.

tanaka-kun, happy birthday! i gotcha' a gift~

( ugh, he doesn't know if he's glad or not for her so full-time sweetness. it's nice, but embarrassing. his hands are at her face, covering it, trying to level his voice as to not let out how actually shy the words made him. ) enough, enough————! too sugary, gross—!

that's not strong enough...!

||im,getting my ass kicked by my internet and this headache so i l l,die now

( wrong self stole it. still, ouma stole it. have fun. )

. . . merry christmas ~ ! i hope everyone got what they wished for & wanted , that you've all been good ! cus i know i haven't , nishishi ~ but that's besides the point !