"Who is that Pink Puff Poodle I saw you around before? She was far too cute to be into you, Ryuji." //Mila no- why
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”....” Almost. That mention of a particular outfit had almost been enough to make him crush that savory can of soda in his hand. All that would’ve led to was the embarrassing sight of him being splashed up in seconds. His body language was a dead giveaway to the line of feeling in his head at that remark. Shoving a stern glare over in her direction, it was in a fit of embarrassment and offense that he had to speak up! Just who in the hell did Mila think she was!?
Why did she also have to go and stab into his hopes like that!? “A poodle!? Her name is Haru! And--” Blinking once, twice, a thought came to mind. With a pinch of imagination that fluffy hair of her’s could make her go and look like the cutest poodle! The reality of the matter thankfully stepped in before a goofy smile ended up set on his face.
”Oh n’ shaddappp! You don’t know that! I mean-- not that I was worried about that to begin with!” He quickly defends, shoving up a guilty hand for emphasis. Why in the hell did words pick now to go and screw up on him!? “She’s just a good pal of mine! Cuteness aside!”
