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INBOX text / audio / video / action H-hello, um... Th-this is Tsumiki Mikan. I'm so sorry I didn't pick up, I'll make it up to you somehow! So, um, please... Please leave a message! I'll get back to you, I promise! art credit code credit

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[Mikan could possibly say something in response to all of this. She could agree that Shuichi has very nice eyes (and eyelashes!), or that yeah, he's kind of cute.

And then he starts talking about Shuichi's dick and she makes a strangled noise and starts choking on...dick... I can't believe I'm being made to write that with my own two hands.]

I-I wouldn't kn-know anything about any of that! [She finally manages to get out, her voice high-pitched in her humiliation. She fumbles with her waffle, squeezes too hard and the cream filling sort of.

Squirts out. From both ends. It may or may not go far enough to reach Kokichi, but it definitely splatters a little over Mikan's own face, which is in no way helpful to her embarrassment here. RIP.]

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[...sorry Mikan. He tried for half a second not to laugh, but then she went and squeezed it and the filling got everywhere and he can't help it now. But he manages to calm down after only a little bit, not wanting to miss an opportunity like this.

Standing up, he leans over the table and reaches out his hand, just gently taking her by the chin. Are the bedroom eyes necessary here? They absolutely are. As is dropping his voice to a lower tone...]

Ah, Tsumiki-chan...you've made a bit of a mess~ Let me help.

[And with that he leans down and proceeds to lap up the cream that got on her face. Though, uh...not at all as sensually as he was making it seem like he might.

Definitely in a more obnoxious manner, like a dog or maybe a cat. Gross.]

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[Mikan freezes, eyes wide as she stares back at Kokichi. Those sure are some bedroom eyes. Some woman in the corner is going 'Really? Right in front of my salad dick waffle?'

Mikan's about to echo a similar sentiment reminding him that they're in public, he really shouldn't be looking at her like that, etc. and then he's...licking her face. Like that.] Eugh! [A disgusted outcry that's sort of mingled with a helpless laughter as she presses her hands against his chest in an effort to get him off without outright shoving him]

Wh-what happened to napkins...!?