Sep 28, 2014
"N-Need a hand..?" (THE The The)
The cosplayer winced as he struggled in pulling his shirt over his head. How he'd managed to hurt his poor wrist was a mystery, though he was fairly certain it was due to sewing the night before. He blinked in surprise at hearing a voice, and he vaguely recognized it. Didn't she try to help him out once...? He was sure of it. The cosplayer turned to face the psychologist, and he made a sound.
"Yeah, if you can," he responded, a little defeated. He squirmed in his shirt, and he tried to easily pull it down again, but to no avail. Great, he'd tangled himself up in it. Way to go, Meisei. For four you, Meisei.
