#wooorrrsst

Grown ass man can’t do his own laundry.

Speaking of which, it rained over her. Socks, shirts, pants, you name it. Whatever she had been eating before this cutscene was replaced with the items of dirty cloth. Which, in fact, iritated the mage. The elastic strap of a pair of his boxers hung from her nose. Armored digits clasped the thin and patterned article of privates. Removing the unsanitary veil from her face, the vermillion fairy inspected it only to find yellow stains near the crotch area.