" tiachouuuu !!! i'm sorry i mean to make a crack in your new cup. please forgive me ! " she whines, frailing her arms around. ( hai , thank you for the follow ! }.
" -- You did what to my cup? " he inquires, intonation impregnated with his prominent stringency with a diaphanous mist of uneasiness. -- Or perhaps it was of hesitancy -- to wholly acknowledge what had been vocally enunciated amidst the woman's childish whines. ------ Just recently, two days 'fore the present, headache-inducing, confession transpiring within the office, he had purchased himself a Batman Tea mug, it was coal-black with the golden-hued bat insignia beautifying its frontal region, to contently utilize during his prolonged nightly hours, in his time of solidarity, and she mentions damages. Expeditiously, the commodity locates itself 'tween cool palms and neighboring fingers whilst the adolescent's optics forthwith initiated a studious scrutinization on all its flanks with expectancies she was fibbing; pulling his leg, if you will, to deliberately infuriate him as she often did. " Where precisely did you crack it, Matsumoto!? - Tell me now!! "
