[THEIR KEYBOARD. He frowns gently at Lalli, though.]
There's no need to pick on him. [POOR SWEET MANDRICARDO. He'll turn back to look at the screen and Otome's work though, intending to add a little more, but--]
—Oh! What's this? Where did they come from?
[Sheep friends > writing this story honestly HE'S INSTANTLY ENDEARED... Whenever Otome tries to click out of it, another picture immediately takes its place.]
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There's no need to pick on him. [POOR SWEET MANDRICARDO. He'll turn back to look at the screen and Otome's work though, intending to add a little more, but--]
—Oh! What's this? Where did they come from?
[Sheep friends > writing this story honestly HE'S INSTANTLY ENDEARED... Whenever Otome tries to click out of it, another picture immediately takes its place.]