text ● sixth reflection

[sweeperesque]

Can't say I'm enjoying this week.

No visiting this week, 'kay? Especially no surprise visits.

You know who you are. Not even milk will keep me from slamming the door in your face or the window on your fingers.

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[Voice]

[aimforthesun]

[Snickering over here. Guess who's not affected?]

[Text]

[sweeperesque]

Oh come on. You're mocking me too?

[Text]

[aimforthesun]

What happened to your sense of humor, Saya-chan? :D

[Text]

[sweeperesque]

Lost it when this week rolled around. Bad mood foreveeerrrrr.

[Text]

[aimforthesun]

I'm sure you'll be laughing about it when it's over. <3

[Text]

[sweeperesque]

... not about my experience, but it's kind of funny to watch everyone else.

[Text]

[aimforthesun]

Then laugh at everyone else and forget about yourself~

[Text]

[sweeperesque]

... dishonest but tempting all the same.

How about you, Billy? In hiding?

[Text]

[aimforthesun]

Why would I be in hiding? It's not as if I'm stuck singing like all of you poor, unfortunate souls. :)

[Text]

[sweeperesque]

what

[Text]

[aimforthesun]

Jealous, Saya-chan?

[Text]

[sweeperesque]

No! I can deal with this!

[Text]

[aimforthesun]

And by 'deal', I assume you mean slam doors in people's faces?

[Text]

[sweeperesque]

At least I gave a warning in advance.

It helps that few people are that tenacious about bothering me

[Text]

[aimforthesun]

Oh? I think I can guess the identity of one of those people.

[Text]

[sweeperesque]

It's not hard to.

Locks don't stop him either. I'm considering moving out for the week.