seductive sunday.

that is where it's supposed to go, yeah.

at the same time? probably. they ain't that thick, so you should be fine. anythin' bigger, then it might be a tight fit.

hah? . . . uh, right. well, take it easy.

. . . aniki.

let's talk about something else now.

i'm just as confused as you are —— but sometimes it's best not to ask questions, komaki-sensei.

ignorance is bliss around here.

what about now? you really want to listen in on this?

trust me, i don't doubt that you could. and sure, all things considered, this should be a walk in the park. still don't mean it's what i wanna hear this early in the week. it's only tuesday.

i've considered it. only issue is, nine times outta ten it's my aniki that's chiming into the conversation.

( sneezes. stupid flowers. . . )

you need a hand, aniki?

if i ever asked shirosaki-sensei to do that, she has every right to kill me.

. . . why the hell are you talking about that anyway. don't tell me it's toe thursday or something stupid.

all girls can be a good girl.

there are no good boys. unless they're dogs.

i'm not difficult. —— i just don't like most people, and make that very clear. so if anything, i make it easy.

i'll pay for your takoyaki if you never say those words again, sugiura-san.