Villainess's Sweet Everyday

I take the tissue out of my pocket and wipe my mouth with paper. And poi to the trash.

indescribable noise. Order loud. The waitress fills in the slip as she runs around in the butterflies.

From the kitchen there was a wonderful smell drifting through my nostrils. Stir fried fried fried rice over high heat, drained noodles. It's all gone. Boulders are popular stores.

and so Master Calcirust returned from somewhere. Well, let's not say how far. I'd be flabbergasted if it was at a severe punishment level.

Well, the taste was good ramen. Even your tongue is full. I wonder if I'll come back. Perhaps it would be appropriate to forget the flavor. In the meantime, I need to move my body.