catch-all: otome.

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one day i will find an appropriate shitpost...

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[momming]

Is there a way to tether it down, maybe?

[txt]

I don't think Luke-kun would be happy with us if we nailed the furniture down to the floor.

[momming]

Something like a bicycle lock?

[ It's fine. ]

[txt]

For a couch...?

[momming]

It's possible!

But I promise I don't intend to steal your furniture.

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I guess we could look into it...

[Bike lock the furniture to each other, sure. Either way, she laughs and waves her off.]

I believe you. No offense, Yanagiya-san, but it's hard to picture you dragging a couch out of our dorm aaaall by yourself.

[momming]

Not enough muscle definition, right?

[ Shame. ]

[txt]

[She shakes her head, smiling.]

Ever thought about getting ripped, Doctor?

[momming]

When my job gets a little less busy, maybe.

[ so probably not. ]

[txt]

... So, not anytime soon.

[But, anyway!! I guess they're in front of Fall Dorm now? Wow.]

[momming]

Would you prefer we do this in your common room?

[ To be polite. ]

[txt]

That's fine by me. [Ichinose will unlock the front door, and let Otome into the common room.] Just tell what you need me to do.

[momming]

Can I take a look at-- your arms, was it?

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Just the one.

[But she will be a good girl and bare her arm for Otome. It's, well, a pretty nasty scald burn? Third degree for sure.]