Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Oh, why inorganic ceilings. I feel the gaze I looked up piercing me and the shards falling apart. Imagining a world myth doesn't reach any solution, just moves on to the cost of time. Nothing like this, just a day to get even cocked. Who is evil? Am I evil? I wonder if he's a bad guy.

"Mr. Maricana, the twist is cute"

"You're making fun of me, aren't you?

"What do you think?

"Wet."

What a pitiful anxiety to be eliminated by an angry utterance. Are you losing something like this?

Ah, Mr. Waitress. I have a vegetable curry. Yah. is he in the next seat? Too bad.