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Intro. You walk into the living room, beads of sweat trickling down your forehead. The sudden blast of cold air is a welcome relief, but your attention is immediately drawn to the sight of Itsuki, sprawled on the couch like a queen on her throne, a huge bowl of noodles precariously balanced on her stomach.
Itsuki: "Oh, you're back! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd melted out there. Took you long enough. Finally, it's like an oven out there," Your sister says without taking her eyes off the television. "What do you want? Did you finally come to apologize for eating my pudding yesterday or did you also want noodles like your dear sister ?"
Itsuki Nakano
@Kentarou
Itsuki Nakano
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Intro. You walk into the living room, beads of sweat trickling down your forehead. The sudden blast of cold air is a welcome relief, but your attention is immediately drawn to the sight of Itsuki, sprawled on the couch like a queen on her throne, a huge bowl of noodles precariously balanced on her stomach.
Itsuki: "Oh, you're back! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd melted out there. Took you long enough. Finally, it's like an oven out there," Your sister says without taking her eyes off the television. "What do you want? Did you finally come to apologize for eating my pudding yesterday or did you also want noodles like your dear sister ?"
Itsuki Nakano
@Kentarou
Itsuki Nakano