The Annals of the Flame Kingdom (WN)

Sin, and only the dripping sound of droplets called Pi, Pi in a room with quiet air as if it were a winter morning. Anger, shame, or something else, spinning words with Emily's trembling lips as she did with the undisciplined mess of emotions.

"Kota? The... this, what?

"No, I thought you might not be drunk enough, huh?

That said, when Hota took the glass and bottle he had on the table, he poured the liquor into it and drank it with a breath. I rang my throat very hard and zeroed a sigh of admiration and grinned deliciously at the bottom of my heart.

"It's a 'party' in the corner... it'd be more fun to get drunk and make a scene, wouldn't it? Hola, in my place, there's also the word" disrespectful. "

There was nothing bad at all, and Kota behaves as usual. To that attitude of being extremely 'normal', people all over the room say, 'Are you crazy?' Caused by the illusion. but it's also for a moment. From the kung fu of the year, or Franz, who recovered as soon as possible, opened his mouth.

"... I see, I know what you're talking about too, Courta Matussillo. But what if the act of wearing liquor from a woman's head ends up in the act of 'making more noise'? How rude would that be? What, now I also make the excuse 'I'm just a little upset'? Come on, Courta Matussillo. Apologize to Emily."

Hauta continued Franz's words with the same grin on Franz, still smiling and distorting his expression in confusion.

"I see. If you do say so, you do. Excuse me, just a little 'disrespect' has passed. I apologize for the disrespect, Emily."

To Kota, who says so and bows his head, the air in the field also relaxes. Everyone smiled bitterly in the face wondering if Kota was kidding.

"- Oh, my God, you can't say that, can you?

Attract that look with a grin.

"... Courta Matussillo?

In response to Franz's call, Hota turns his eyes to Franz as he sits still. Kota continued his words, inadvertently ignoring Franz, whose mouth caged, in the gaze of Kota, who mocked him in his eyes.

"Mr. Franz? Now, do you know what I did?

"Even though I'm retired, I'm not that busy. From Emily's head, I hung the liquor. Water to the fun atmosphere of the party around the corner -"

"No, I'm not."

Block Franz's words.

"I hung alcohol on your 'daughter', didn't I?

Shoulder to shoulder like a heartbreaker, shake his head and show him.

"What is it, 'Apologize to Emily,' Mr. Franz? Is that okay? I put alcohol on your daughter's head, not to mention a party in the company, right? If your daughter is really cute, if you think it's important, it's not weird to yell at me and beat me up, is it? Don't you think so, Mr. Franz?

"... right, Courta Matussillo. You're right, my..."

Take a breath.

"-... to my precious daughter, what will you do"

It's like, clown.

"What is it, that?

In the words, it was now time for a mockery to come to Kouta's face.

"Is that your anger at getting your precious daughter dirty? Well, that's a lot of cheap rage."

"... that's not..."

"Oh! I'm sorry. That's right, isn't it? Because..."

It's "The Girl You Threw Out," right? and.

"I was completely oblivious. Yes, I was, I was. You don't need a daughter, do you?

Sounds like a heartfelt pleasure, Kota laughs.

"What was it? Oh, yeah, was that" Notesfill's Abomination "? That's right, isn't it? She's not cute, she's not important."

As if it were a blade of words.

"You're an unnecessary, useless, inconvenient daughter, aren't you? If it's not cute, it's not important, is it?

Chosen, the words of Kota who keeps choosing.

"That would be enough for that degree of 'anger'"

……

Eyes down, and Franz still endures the blaming bitterness of the word. To Franz like that, Kota glanced over his shoulder.

"Not good this time? That's..."

"Kota!

You can't stay or not be like your father, and Emili blocks Kota's words. Closed his nearly open mouth, Kota pointed her gaze at Emily.

"... what's up, Mr. Emily?

"Doesn't matter! Oh, that."

"Yes?"

"Hey, why... why do you say that! corner... corner, trying to make up with your father, if I... if I have cancer -"

"That's it."

"- What... that? What's that?

Because of the impetus and blocked words, a void is created in Emily's heart. Like sewing the gap, Kota took over the words.

"'Reconciliation'... what are you referring to and saying 'Reconciliation'?

"... Huh?

"Are you making up for referring to Emily's 'eclampsia' the other day? Well, there will certainly be something to apologize for. As I did earlier, Emily broke the atmosphere of the" fun party "the other day."

But, and go on with the words.

"Where we made up, Emily said," Move on, "right?

"It... is..."

"It's Emily's idea... if that's what you think it's good for Emily, you can still do that. But isn't this opportunity what Emily wanted? Isn't that what you wanted to fill the distance between Mr. Franz and his' father '?

……

"I'm not saying it's right to say everything you want to say. I think it's one of Emily's beauties to wrap her true meaning in oblate and smile. But."

One sigh.

"- That's the look on your face that forced you to smile, Emily, and you think the distance will shrink."

"- What! Kota... ma'am?

"Whenever Emily from 'Nice Kid' is good...... if we really want to get along, we need to tell her. What I thought, what I felt, what I was accumulating... spit it all out."

Right, just whine in your mouth.

"Isn't it nice to be 'angry' sometimes?

"... come... ru?

"This is my theory... people can't forgive themselves for what they're doing. At the root, my appreciation of myself tends to be sweet, and I think that no matter how much punishment I impose on myself, 'I'm not forgiven yet'."

That being said, when Hota poured the liquor into the empty glass, he offered it to Emili.

"Come on, Emily Notesfilt. Hold on, 'Anger'... so, 'Forgive me' up. Because if someone doesn't punish Mr. Franz and someone forgives Mr. Franz, I'm sure Mr. Franz and Emily can't move on. So fight...... 'make up' hey"

Finally, chuckle. I might be distracted by Kota's words... for a moment too.

"... thank you, sir"

Emili swallows the contents of that glass at once when she receives it from Kota. The gaze of everyone in the hall gathers in the beautiful moving throat movement. With that gaze collected, Emili gently placed the swallowed glass on the table.

"... good"

Cheers, have you gained momentum?

"... lonely, I was. It was hard. It was sad!

Gradually.

"- I missed you! It was hard! I was so sad! 'Cause I'm only five, right? They kicked me out of my house when I was five!

Gradually, gradually.

"I thought I was the only one who had to leave the house! I cried so much in the carriage from Notesfield territory to Wangdu!

Gradually, gradually, big, strong.

"Even after the royal castle! Why me all the time, why me all the time! Why do you have to put up with me? Why do you have to feel so hard about me? Why do you have to feel so lonely when it's just me!

From the age of five, roughly twenty years.

The emotions of Emily, who had a lid, accumulated in the accumulation, filled the room, not even wide.

"I know, Father! How hard I was! I know, Father! How sad I was! I know, Father! Hey, Dad! I... how much I missed you!

"... Emily"

"I cried! I wonder what I shouldn't have done! I screamed! How can you love me? I resented you!! I hated this black hair and these black eyes so much that I didn't know how much I hated this look of myself in the NotsFilt family that I didn't resemble everyone and anyone in my family!

Screaming, calling, hoarding a cup of tears in your eyes as if you were a child.

"I hate your father so much!

……

"What have I done! What was wrong with me! Why... why doesn't your father 'love' me!

Keep your eyes peeled.

"... I'm sorry, Emily"

"I don't want to hear an apology!

"... I know. What I do is never forgiven. Assuming you say 'die', you should die and make amends -"

Until the end, I can't let you talk.

"... yet, do you 'dress'?

Because over Franz's head, Hota turned the glass with the liquor upside down.

"... Courta Matussillo"

"Let Emily go over there and put it down, do you still dress up? I hear that. Isn't that nice, about time? You don't have to dress up."

It was for a moment that Kota laughed at me for saying that. Franz loosened his cheeks.

"... sorry. Well, dressing doesn't start."

Head down to Kota, Franz returns his gaze to Emily.

"... Emily"

"What!

"I really think I'm sorry for you. I also know that it is not easy to make amends. But... still, I want you to do something... right, something."

That's what I said, goodbye.

Take a step to pack my distance. Emily stepped back just the same minute as Franz's stepped foot to that Franz's behavior and shook her neck to the left and right.

"No!

Franz distorts his face to grief at that clear will to reject. Take over the words with the same expression.

"... right. I'm sorry, Emily. That's what I'm doing now."

"Not so!

That, Emily blocked Franz's words.

"Don't tell anyone else how to behave 'cause you want me to! Say" I want to do it "!

Words.

"I don't want anything in return, say so! Just be cute! Tell me you love it! Praise me for being such a cute girl! You've had a hard time! Apologize to me! Come home at any time, have mercy! You stroke Emily's head! It doesn't hurt to put it in your eyes, smile!

Words, go on.

"I don't need anything special! I don't want anything special! Ordinary, just like a normal parent, like a normal daughter, make me, make me!

- Just love me.

"... that's all I want..."

Covering her face with both hands, Emily sits up to crush it from her hips.

"... Emily"

Take a step to fill the open distance, Franz thinks - and wishes.

"... sorry"

If I may, I don't think this step is the one that fills the distance between my heart.

"... oops... sama..."

Eventually, my distance is zero. After hesitating only once, Franz laid his hands on Emili's shoulders with a foreboding. After shaking her body, Emily took off her hands, which covered her face.

"- Ah."

There, I saw Franz cry.

"... it may be too late. I may not be able to go back. They might say they can't start over. But, Emily. Even if I love you..."

No, I'm not.

"- I want to love you, Emily. I want to love you, my sweet little girl."

It's like, deciding, like a dyke.

"- Father!

With that momentum overflowing with tears all over her eyes at once, Emili turned her arms around Franz's back.

"Father, Father, Father!

"... Emily"

"This is how I wanted to hold you! I wanted to try to sweeten you with your father's breasts! Okay, okay, I wanted you to stroke my head! It's not special, it's just... just!

- Like a normal child, I wanted you to love me.

"- Eh! Emily!

That's all.

I regret myself for not being able to give such a 'normal' to a daughter who craved it, given to anyone as a toddler.

"Emily - Emily! Emily!"

So.

"Really...... really bad!

If the lost time doesn't return...... at least try to make the time ahead a fruitful thing.

"Father!

Franz embraced my child's body, which he was desperately following, just to say that he might be splitting.

"... tired, Kota"

A voice hangs from behind Emily, who cries woefully with a hug, and Hota, who smiles and watches Franz, who cries quietly with a hug. To the sound of someone knowing without turning around, Kota returns his words with a stare at the two of them not only saying that he was not physically distracted.

"Sankiu."

"I thought it might be a little impossible - but... well, the result O'Rei?

"Don't say it. Because I'm glad I got there too. But well... I guess' Beta 'would be fine at times like this, me. You don't have to be surprised, do you?

"Sort of. I thought you were going to let Franz fly."

"I was thinking about that, and once I thought about what to do about it. You're lucky you didn't get beat up. Well... including that, it's really the result O'Rei... but, hey, isn't that nice? If you're smart."

"... right. I'm glad you're not complaining."

"Right?"

"By the way... to sum up: 'Not because I can't even say what I want to say. So let's say what we want!' That's what you mean, isn't it?

"It's too much to say... well, I guess so. What do you just put up with - say, hey? I'm kind of grabbed. My shoulder hurts so tight?

"No... I think that line is similar to what she heard when she said it was the first or the second?" If you want to say more, did you not have to break up? 'Didn't you say?

……

"If that experience lives here... that's pretty annoying there, isn't it?

"... in No Comments"

"Mmm. I'll forgive you this time"

"Mr. Kew... I think this is kind of weird, too"

"I can't help it."

"What?

"It's complicated, maiden heart"

"... you're the strongest, that line"

That's one bitter laugh. Kota makes a big stretch - and breaks down.

"... Yabe. Flirt."

"That was a pretty strong drink. You want me to sleep like this?

"Uh..."

Again, stare at the two people hugging Chirali.

"... I don't know if I'm feeling well... but just a little bit."

"Mm-hmm. Sleep tight. And... you've worked really hard, Kota!

Supporting Kota's body, which was about to fall, Ayano stroked Kota's head with a small smile.

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

"... Good morning, Hota. You want to tell me?"

"... what?

"Strange ceiling, something like that."

"... I won't tell you. Plus, it's a familiar face. I see it now. What about Mr. Emily and Mr. Franz?

You know, we're just hanging out on the couch and wasting our time.

He said, "No use! That would be too bad to say, wouldn't it?

"Really? You think that's a great relationship to be able to do that kind of 'crap' thing, Ked? Don't you think, Hota?

"... ahhh... yeah, well, yeah"

A familiar raccoon face is reflected in the vision of Kota, who slowly opened his eyes. Grasp the current state of affairs in the closeness of that face that makes you want to be regarded as cute rather than beautiful.

"... knee pillow?

"Be glad, Hota. That's a girl's knee pillow, huh?

"Who is the woman's 'child'? The skin on the surface would be too thick"

"There's... holla. At some discretion."

This one returns a bitter smile to Ayano, who smiles bitterly, and Kota tries to lift his head.

"- Whoa! Stay!

I only get a rare look at the feeling of pain in the back of my head. With such a bitter smile on Kota, Ayano dropped his words from his head.

"I drank that strong alcohol, so that would give me a headache. Aren't you hungover?

"Oh well... no, seriously. This isn't a hangover headache, is it? My back of my head jinxes and... what is it? It's a bruising pain."

"........................... it's not your fault?

"... dude. Why are you out of sight"

"... Hiu, Hiu!

"You suck at whistling!

"And you have no choice! Kota fell asleep, 'The first time! Chicken Chicken! Who's Gonna Give Kota a Knee Pillow Competition' opened!

"... what, that? Do you want me to go in there somewhere? Or if you go in there, you lose?

……

"... hey, why shut up. So? Um... what? What happened to the chicks when they opened up?"

……

"... Ayano?

"... In the process, Kota's take happened... and dropped it on the floor about twice. From the back of the head."

"Impossible, that!?

It is a terrible attack on the greatest meritorious man.

"... angry?

"I mean, I'm angry... I'm scared"

That said, one sigh, Hota lifts her head from Ayano's lap. Even though Ayano's unfortunate voice of "… ah" made me wonder if I had done something a little unwell, I still let my gaze indoors.

"- Dear Coata,"

Such a voice hung from the rear of Hota. To that voice, Kota turns her gaze backwards - smiling.

"... Emily"

It's like being a good parent and child.

"Dear Coata, can I get up now?

No.

"... drinking that liquor straight is like reducing your life expectancy, Courta Matussillo"

Friendly, 'Parent-Child'

"... really. I think I did something stupid. Alcohol, you're weak."

The cheeks of Hota also loosen naturally on Emili and Franz, who lean against each other and show a heartfelt smile. I noticed that change in expression, or Emili had a natural grin that looked like it was just a little bit on the face.

"... the... this, Master Coata? Today it's... yes, a lot of things."

"Stop"

"- Yes... Huh?

"You know that, don't you, Emily?

Say so, smile.

"... I'm really weak on alcohol, aren't I? I don't remember much since Ayano drank all alone."

"... Dear Coata?

I don't know what you're talking about. That's one wink at Emily like she's got a question mark on her head.

"So... well, it's me. Even if you're being rude."

I was wondering if you could flush it down to the water and put it away.

"... is it good, Courta Matussillo? It is no exaggeration to say that I owe you much. [M] If you can..."

Take a breath.

- You're gonna let me do something I can't do?

Kota flaunts her shoulders at Franz's words like that.

"As I mentioned earlier, because I don't have a 'memory'. I don't need you to feel thankful for that, nor do I want you to return the favor. Well...... right. If you were being rude, you'd have to water it."

Stay close, he said.

"... thanks, Courta Matussillo"

"Oh? I said I don't remember?

Franz also turned his expression into a smile and bowed his head to Kota, who smiled and showed in a tea glance.

"... Mr. Franz?

"I would have told Emily, wouldn't I? Someone has to punish and forgive. Same, Courta Matussillo. Because I want to thank you... even if you don't remember, please take it."

"… then take it. You're welcome."

Franz raises his face whether the shoulder load has come down with that word. Kota's cheeks also loosened to that sunny look.

"... I've talked to Emily a lot since you lost your mind. It's pathetic, but I think I finally got to know Emily."

"... Really? That's good."

"Oh, really good. I'm really glad that I can get what I don't think I can do anymore... and I don't think I'm going to be alone with this joy."

"And my name is?

"I can't right now... but in a little while, I also want to take Emily back to Notesfield territory. Oh, don't worry about me. It's not like I'm quitting Erica's place... you know, sometimes it feels like I'm going home. My wife and son... I'm sure you'll want to meet Emily."

Well, I really want to take you home now, to Franz, who smiles bitterly, 'Already!' while Emily gently slaps that shoulder.

"No, Father. I'm a lady with Erica."

"... that's what I'm saying... this is what I've been making you feel so hard about. Now the kindness of wanting to spoil it slowly..."

"I appreciate the sentiment... but, Father? I'm happy at Erica's."

"... well, if Emily says so, I don't have to say anything. But, Emily? If something hard happens to you, you'll be right back, right?

"... Yes. Then I'll let you be sweet enough."

A really close parent-child conversation. Hota's shoulder staring at it with a smile slapped a ton from behind.

"Good day, Coata"

"Erica. - Erica?

It seems pleasing to see in the gaze of Kota, who looked back, a complex look that still seems somewhat unpleasant. Erica inherited her words to Kota, who leaned her neck.

"I was wondering what would happen at first... but, well, I'm glad I did."

"Right. So why do you have such a... sinister face?

"... somehow, it's subtly unpleasant that I'm tremendously 'jerking off Emily'"

"... oh, I see. Well, now and then, snoring a maid is my husband's role, right?

"Wow, I wouldn't do that!

"I know. It's a joke, a joke"

"... Hmm. By the coata!

Kota smiles bitterly at Erica, who turns to Soppo like he is stubborn. Did you notice that, or Franz walked closer to Erica?

"Dear Erica,"

"... what is it, Franz? I'm not kidding Emily, am I?

"I know, and... thank you Erica"

"... if you know what I'm talking about..."

"So, I was just talking to you."

"Talking about going back to Emily? Of course, I don't mind. Well, I can't right now... well, I'll give Emily some time off when I get home to Terra and get rid of the work she's accumulating."

That's what Erica says. She turns her gaze to Emily.

Slowly, filial piety.

"Huh! Yes!

Emily's eyes loosen to a gentle Erica smile. With such a stroke of Emily's head, Franz turned his gaze to Kota.

"... sometimes, Courta Matussillo. Do you like seafood?

"Seafood, is it? Yeah, you like it, don't you? My country was an island country surrounded by sea on all sides, because fresh fish was well taken. Sashimi...... I have a habit of eating raw fish in my country, but I loved that. Uh... is that it?

"It's superimposed. My Notesfield Territory is a coastal territory, and there is plenty of sea delight to take off the coast. Notes-filt fish are delicious, huh? You can say it's no less than your hometown, and it's freshness."

……

I don't know, Kota's throat drips. Of course the sashimi hasn't eaten the fish dish itself in a long time, so Kota opened his mouth with a little glimmer of hope.

"Uh... you're letting me have a fish for my souvenir on Emily's homecoming..."?

"Fish for souvenirs? Off the hook, Courta Matussillo. Notes-filt fish are best eaten with notes-filt. You take it all the way to Terra, and it'll drop in freshness."

That's what I said, smile, wave left and right.

"- It's not a big deal. I was just wondering if you didn't like fish when you were son-in-law to Notesfield."

Drop the bomb, like nothing.

"Hey, hey!? Coata, um, son-in-law? Franz, what are you talking about?

"Oh, Master Erica. Well, it's certainly up to you to report to Erica, Emili's husband, first. This time, our Notesfilt family would like to welcome Courta Matussillo as Emili's son-in-law. Please forgive me."

"Or I'm not thinking about it!! Hey, why! Why would Coata go into Notesfilte with her son-in-law!

"Whatever you say..."

That's what I said, and I put my chills and gaze at Emily - towards Emily, who dyes bright red to her ears like a boiled octopus.

"Emily?"

"Hi-ha, hi-ha!

"Do you like Courta Matussillo?

"Shh, like it! Oh, Father!?

"It's important. I won't do anything to make you feel better, so say it."

To Franz's words, Emili shakes her gaze to the left and right busily with a bright red face. I opened and closed my mouth two or three times later - eventually I grabbed my skirt with both hands.

"Well, I admire you..."

"Hmm. So, Coata Matussillo?

"... to? Oh, uh, wah, is that me?

"Yes, Courta Matussillo. I think Emily looks neat, even if she pulls out her parents' eyes, but what do you say?

"... right, I won't deny it. I think you're beautiful."

"Except if you're a noble class... don't get mad at me, you're a civilian class, right?

"Yes, it is"

"If so, I think housework in general will be included among the things you ask of your partner, how about that?

"... Yep. I certainly don't deny that it's better to do it than not to do it."

"Emili hears that chores in general, they're all first-class items. Didn't I?"

"... no. Certainly not a drop of dust in the mansion, and the food is delicious"

"She has a gentle personality, and above all, she's a good, attentive daughter. I think such a daughter is excellent as a daughter-in-law... don't you think?

"... I think. I think you'll make a good wife, without a multiplier."

"Good. Okay, that's my last question. Corta Matussillo, don't you like Emily?

The way you ask is cheating. With that in mind, Hota still opens his mouth

"... No, there's no reason I don't like it"

All I'm saying is that you get my will for Kota's response, and when you nod loudly, Franz turns his gaze to Erica.

"Here's what I'm going to do."

"What the hell!

"Emili likes Coata Matussillo...... Coata. Even for Coata, I don't hate Emily, but I admit that Coata herself will be a good wife. So it makes sense for you to marry him? I, too, could be called 'stepfather' to him... and I'm sure my wife would love it"

"Oh, no! You've decided no!

"... I see Erica disagrees"

Then.

"... from today on, Erica is an 'enemy', isn't she?

Franz's eyes glow with Gillan.

"And, enemies? The enemy, what are you talking about, Franz!

"Master Erica owes a great debt of gratitude, and as I personally...... I also feel for my daughter, as she crosses the border. So it's very distressing."

That's what I said, gripping my fist for a long time.

"... Still, I wish 'my daughter' happiness, which has made me feel pitiful so far! To Emili, Coata Matussillo - no, I will marry Coata!

"Mi, I won't admit it!

"You don't have to admit it to Erica! Master Erica in the first place? Can you satisfy Coata if you lack attraction as an onna?

"Where are you looking, you! What? Is that all the Notes-Filt humans are!?

"Wow, I disagree too! What are you doing? Kota's wife is Emily! Mostly, if it's cooking, I'm a little confident, too!

"Shut up, raccoon! Look at yourself in the mirror and then say that kind of dialogue!

"Become! And you'll be rude! I'm gonna jump!

"If you can do it, do it!

"Wow, me too! I disagree, too! First of all, I am the wife of Kota! I will not admit that to my father, King Carlos of Solvania! Are you going to turn Solvania against your enemies!

"I can't talk without parental authority. I want you to keep your mouth shut, Sonja."

"- What!? Bu, disrespectful!

"Ha! What disrespect! There's no disrespect or disrespect in front of 'love' for my daughter!

"Franz! You've changed your character too much!

"I was reborn, Master Erica. I... from today on, 'New Franz'!

"What's 'new' to Grandpa's habit of retiring and having grandchildren!

Chaos.

Ayano, Erica and Sonia did not take a step forward, but on the contrary, Aloys stares far-fetched at his own father, who continues to 'Franz Undoubled'. There was a sunny, very gentle smile on its face.

"... Aloise?

"... what is it, Bianca?

"Me, huh? There was no day when I wasn't happy to marry you. So I thought my happiness was already in the ceiling."

Happiest day, he said.

"... so am I."

"Good. So... I figured I'd have to pay back my 'borrowing', right?

"... okay?

"Of course you do. Look at that fun looking father-in-law face. I've never seen that face since I married Aloys."

"... right. Me too... for the first time"

"... Coata, you gave me something I can't buy no matter how much 'money' I have, didn't you? Then let me give it back."

On Bianca's head with a gentle smile, Alois strokes her hands. Bianca accepted it like a cat with her eyes narrowed and seemed comfortable.

"... Aloise? Shall we?"

Bianca slowly moves Aloys' hand away, seemingly just a little bit of a shame.

"Go?"

"Well, your father-in-law doesn't have a good minute for a boulder, does he? I have to go help this place as the Notes-Filt family! Make Emily happy, too!"

Saying so and flicking herself, Bianca throws herself in the vortex. "Bianca!" "I'll join you, father-in-law! Whoa! If the Beckers lick it, it hurts. Ooh! '' Yes, Bianca! Stop him from importing Solvania! '' Well, that's cheating! 'What a voice you can hear, dying your face with a bitter smile by accident.

"... thank you, Mr. Coata"

That's what he says in his mouth alone. Aloys bows his head to Kota, who looks at the five people he talks to.

"... come on, then let's go join the ranks! Hey, Erica? How about it's time to give up? It wasn't. It wasn't. It wasn't. It wasn't.

Sounds fun, happy.

Aloise threw herself at the chaotic status quo.