Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Oh, I want to be a honey. I wonder if I'm getting hungry for sweetness. Hungry? Maybe I should buy something strange. I feel I'm adapting to this hanging out day. If I hadn't had a heart like a robot, I wouldn't have had to taste so annoying, so hard and painful.

If you look at the two people talking in front of you and you can tell that this is real, and just to put it to the point, they are superfluous. I don't account for trying to get an initiative, but I also carry the feeling that I need to do something about it. It's kind of a case, isn't it? Today. I want to blow a wind hole in a buoyancy that can't be helped.