Kitchen (Survivor Aichi)
-OH THANK GOODNESS-
"Y-Yeah... I-I have plenty..."
-He's glad to share it with his friends. He doesn't know what to do with it on his own...-
"S-So you're welcome to have some of it!"
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Main Room (Cuarto)
-S-So she's too old for him?-
-...He is simultaneously happy and heartbroken.-
"A-Ah~... W-What a shame~..."
Kitchen (Survivor Aichi)
-Well... Reminding him of that makes his sheepish expression get worse, but...-
"...Y-You're my friend..."
-He even tries to smile. You know the drill with his smiles though. Weary, drained, shows that he's seen terrible things.-
"O-Of course I'd be willing to share it with you..."
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Main Room (Cuarto)
-So... is he just supposed to follow or...?-
-...-
-He just... waits.-
-And then Henrietta does... whatever she's doing.-
"?!"
-He stares, unable to look away.-
Kitchen (Survivor Aichi)
-It's a little surprising seeing her with a smaller smile like that... but it's a nice one.-
-Honestly, he's really glad he met Rottytops. She's honestly a really nice girl despite triggering his phobia.-
-She's a good friend, and he's glad to be friends with her.-
"You're welcome, Rottytops."
-...Hey, he managed not to stutter that time too!-
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Main Room (Cuarto)
-He snaps out of his shocked staring when he's asked the question.-
-Hmm... What kind of weapon would he like...?-
"Something that will make them feel the 'spark' I feel when I see lovely ladies such as yourselves~!"
-...'Spark'. And electric weapon of some kind then?-
"To shock, to paralyze~... The signs of a heart in love~!"
Main Room -> Morph Moth's Room (Cuarto)
-He's expected to follow...-
-He looks over at Henrietta.-
"M-My apologies, but I have somewhere else I must be... I-It was a pleasure meeting you!"
-And then he rushes upstairs.-
-...-
-...THEY DIDN'T EVEN INTRODUCE THEMSELVES.-
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Kitchen (Survivor Aichi)
-Aichi nods.-
"T-That's fine."
-...Ah, the chest is up in his room... He managed to get it up there, but it'd be a hassle to bring it down and up and down and up when he needs to share it with people...-
"...I-I don't know if I can really get the chest down here very easily... We can, um..."
-His sheepish expression returns, mostly because of the awkwardness of the question...-
"...G-Go up to my room...?"

"... Well... I think I'm a little old for you, regardless. I may look young, but... well, my memories stretch forwards until my sixties, so that's how old I consider myself! Mentally, at least."
"Girl, it's my patron duty to worry about you."
"...? Oh, this? I'm not sure that's the term I'd use, I just call it magic, but... good on you, saved me a fingernail. Or a finger."