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For me, obviously gyaru wins, Ellie but Monsoon is very close

? I feel it, my friend. You did well to vent, hang in there.

Anon, George Lee, Paul Tromba, Prince, Sailus...

The only thing you could possibly break is my chocolate heart, but it's been shattered so many times, it barely stings anymore. I've died so often that one more demise hardly makes a dent. Now, my heart beats solely for you, Pixy; I won't give up.

*dodges* *He appears behind her and whispers sweet words in her ear*

Muhahahahahah! ˝/\__/\˝ (⁠⁠⁠᯽≖‿⁠≖) / ˝∩∩˝\ *Rubs hands mischievously*

Ah, your esteemed position as a professor adds an unparalleled charm to your already irresistible profile. Who dares whisper about a harem? Pure nonsense! I am the undisputed champion of fidelity, a paragon of monogamy. And as a token of my devotion, I offer two million chocolates, crafted...

Too late, too late, my sweet little fox. :blob_evil: Here's my nut... creamy and chocolatey, irresistible! :blob_evil: Pixy, your keen sense of greatness is unmistakable. That's why I'm inviting you to join my distinguished ranks. Seymour's loyalty has been... shaky, and her skills are...

I accidentally posted the post before I finished it, so I wrote another one. Sure, Pixy! How do you like it?

Willy Wonka's Maître Chocolatier

Matcha is like fast food junk food; everyone trashes it and speaks ill of it, but deep down, they can't resist its lasciviousness and satisfying taste. In secret and away from prying eyes, everyone is ready to devour it. :blob_evil: :blob_wink:

While Danny delves into realms of grand endeavors, her presence will be scarce. Fear not, for the magnanimous Lord Matcha shall uphold the spirit of depravity and cringeness in her stead. Muhahahaha! :blob_evil: ˝/\__/\˝ (⁠⁠⁠᯽≖‿⁠≖) / ˝∩∩˝\ *Rubs hands mischievously* Ah, Seymour, always...

What happened to my green-haired cute onee-san?

Lessons Unlearned Barely holding back the fury's tide, I swallow hard, consume it, let it slide. But they, in folly, cannot understand, I could explain, but youth holds their hand. I could teach, yet lessons are learned in flame, Only through pain do they recall their name. Only by wandering...

Why? I feel comfortable writing in the present tense.